this is incessant

 For Misti. She's kitten.

 

 

a hundred orgasms or more in half an hour

cars are crashing drunk all over america especially in san antonio
where the first thirty minutes are free especially for verizon customers
my hair is blonde but i was not born this way and i was not born dirty
and i was not born clean so remove all future screwdrivers from my blameless heart
i am only accountable for this bowl of granola with pecans in oat milk
and the books i have written and edited and published
and the thank you email and the fuck you email and the money i have earned
safe for now in two different banks
and the green peas i eat on occasion from can with red label
and the art that hangs crooked on a dozen or so different walls
again again again wanted to say SORRY but my mouth was full
and last night this dirty blameless girl so ancient some would call her a woman
came a hundred or so times in half an hour with the assistance
of a speedy pink vibrator and a hotter than a thousand hells welsh accent
and plutonic gaze keeping me in place without pink duct tape
that voice my favorite voice possibly ever telling me
cum to daddy cum for daddy i want your soul i want your hole
oh goddamn gracias baby gracias
we are the best show in town
we only need two witnesses
everything else
is extra 

thirty orgasms in ten minutes

too stoned to do laundry dishes taxes i melt into bed watching daddy
on the phone his gargantuan cock begging for valentine kisses
which i give in the spring when little icicles drip from various edges
and i give in the summer when paletas from the cart compete
with the loud stench of mounds of san antonio me first garbage
and i give in the autumn when pumpkin spice is trending
and i give in the winter which is all about fucking by the fire
i give i give i give it all to daddy and by giving it all to daddy
i am giving it all to me and if that math makes you scratch your head
maybe mutter "stepford wife ho" or something similar and treat yourself
to a red pill wank session which probably includes images of pamela anderson
circa 1996 or britney spears circa 2000
because bitch you have never cum thirty times in a row in ten minutes
having video sex with the man who dommed the fuck out of you
when you were sobbing last week
and healed something in you immediately
his chiron at zero pisces lullabying the fuck out of your sun
at the anaretic degree of aquarius
you're too old you're too hip you're too dead
you are too something i cannot comprehend
if you judge and fail to feel this felt transmission
because thirty times in ten minutes ain't a
made for hallmark movie or a goddamn disney princess
and it has nada to do with money in the bank
or instagram swagger
fucking zombies fucking crickets
i repeat for the peanut gallery
thirty
orgasms
in
ten
minutes

tingle

 

message to cock from cunt

 

make me another sandwich bring it to me in bed where i lie for candid camera
cunt is always true for chosen cock crowned cock one true king cock
definitely not a limp dick pretender to the connubial throne
there has been a century of snow stuck all over with swords and looking glass shards
and now it's the bliss of kissing free sunpop to sundrop
let the world freeze let the world burn let the world figure it all out
while we perfect this mercury drunk and drowning in pisces communication
your mars in aquarius cock my venus in aquarius cunt
whispering suggesting claiming growling commanding
more and harder more and deeper forever in flames flowered like april
not cruel at all
intentional and formidable
greedy garden of oh hell yes 

scraped insatiable

 

 

Here's another for Kitten, all these forthcoming in STUNT COCK. She likes this in particular for some reason:

 

daddy said don't be greedy

taste testing blind in the mindfuck orchard of venus in aquarius trine moon in gemini
never did mind about the little things oh there's the triangulation game again
that's hot that's cute make a stardrunk bitch seethe with consolation prize jealousy
but then we're there again breathing and writhing in that twinkling light space
and the only felt reality the only known experience is unblinking eye contact
as you tell me about the thousand years it took you to reach me
and i spurt true tears and my heart hurtles through galaxies undiscovered
cumming and cumming and cumming again to your narcotic voice
the voice it took too many goddamn eagles songs to find
and mas is the only word mas mas mas craving mas spastic pussy moments
mas monahans scenarios me twelve and learning the code
you the daddy teaching me dot by delicous dot
whimpering for more because a bitch is shameless like that
a bitch is starving like that glad to be alive again like this
all those seeds planted and watered with sweat tears blood piss cum
coming home to this insanely gorgeous goddamn garden aglitter with orbs
saturn etcetera moon calling moon mercury spooning mercury
you plus me in the middle of it
sated until tomorrow

here is fire already

 

FIRST EASTER

 

 

 

the pink granny panties are tighter than they should be
never mind the bear peering from behind me, baby
we all need some kind of goddamn guardian in these limbic woods
where the father is the ineffectual drunk dwarf with dirty dishes in the sink
and the mother is the savage cunt bitch sending baby girl into the madding dark
thick with bats and wolves and snakes and booty call seeking beer swigging retards

but it's easter at last after centuries of five of pentacles hard candy xmas
the first easter i feel glad in my skin and here on purpose
sticky with the surplus that is you that is us that is desert lust
decorated with cow skulls and saguaro and the single wide trailer palace
aglow with strings of twinkling chupacabra disco lights
aries man aquarius woman sprawled out on destroyed water bed
watching the world burn to so much ash
keep those highballs coming
our beavis and butthead laughter save us

 

fuck the police and the priests and the spying exes and the hexing cousins
fuck everything that would block and attempt to destroy us
because first easter where jesus candy ain't in the equation
because first easter where the bitter crone melts into giddy maiden
and it's all confetti and cum and the thrumming noise that keeps us addicted
your dark eyes gazing into my mutable blue green grey eyes 
pinning me down
putting me on the map
my god baby
if you can believe it
this is
where
we are

 

under this skull

 

Nothing Wrong With Quivering Quim

good day to be a walmart wife in san antonio, texas as rain reminds us
this saturday and all saturdays previous and future are pieces of this
grey transitory fog phase before rainbow candied muerte
the liberation we crave
salivating
but first this tiny hot heaven
the sabado before easter domingo
blinking disco lights the beautiful melt of delta 8 gummy
and my favorite voice on the planet coming to me transatlantic transmission
reminding me that i am only one woman in the industrial noise scream of time
here to thrum vivid alive
whimpering for mas mas mas
and because we are
greedy as pirates
we take it we steal it we keep it
sugar melting sticky on our tongues
the dictate of my yammering cunt and your bellowing cock
hammering out the details that bring us together blinded by the stars
for one last dance
raw deliberate eternal
lesser gods be damned 
 

Money Shot