For Kitten. The book STUNT COCK is now officially full length.
our mutual wish is that this will never end this touching this loving this kissing this sweet
language we share so babied so lullabied so deeply magical I wake up to find you gone
send you a text with a broken heart and one word (abandoned) you reply with a photograph
of tofu and vegetables curried in a wok and one word (cooking) and this is enough to carry us
through the catacombs of paris the postcard kiosks of london the littered beaches of mexico
because I was five and my grandmother was tickling my back reading fairy tales to me
and a seed was planted for one true king and no pretender and now in the year of the galloping
fire horse I have found him and so much more in you my goddamn beautiful aries stallion
so yes we will ride this bitch on out all the way to no grave our corpses burned to ash
scattered wherever doesn't matter because beyond the oven it's us liberated immeasurably
above it all ecstatic
I.
can't smell the prada for all the rape because it's sunday afternoon and dada knows best
but damn, baby, i adore our puerile eclectic aesthetic bone china teacups on the windowsill
werewolf from the uk raping squaw doll from new mexico and purple pieman holding
bob the alien from roswell in awkward forced embrace you in a no crying in baseball tshirt
me in a faux leopard hoodie and ripped camo leggings my hair a frizz of fuck ho
please rape me every morning for the rest of my first house virgo moon life
destiny the dirty slut demands this and nothing less
II.
everything is unbelievably good in the english countryside hood smoking our ganja in the loo
eating domino's in bed watching twin peaks because time has warped and i am 25
still in love with dali and henry miller and red dog beer the greatest hits of gary stewart
and you are 38 swigging vodka in sweden blasting busta rhymes mott the hoople fugazi
you got me with your poetry and beavis and butthead references and dick pics
and are keeping me with your hazel eyed gazes holding my hand as we walk across bricks to charity shops and the smoke shop with candy and naked chick lighters fucking me stoned fucking me drunk fucking me sober as the sun glazed window showing all those gossiping beech trees tells me this could be northern california or brooklyn or narnia the only essential fact is us incontrovertibly together solid as stonehenge
"let's get married in a cathedral," i suggest on saturday when a busker is in the courtyard singing shitty country songs and old women are blowing bubbles in front of st. john the baptist
"why?" is your question which is logical but you are in love with an irrational texan
who gets enthusiastic about candles and old records and children's books from the sixties
III.
if this were a cereal commercial honey would drip from every branch and frogs would sing rainbows
you are a beauty monster and i vow to fuck with you until stones scream we are all doomed
there is no hope no beauty left evacuate the shit ass premises because by then we will be higher
than this 3D bullshit well on our way to brighter prettier realms karmically immaculate as we are
in spirit form i will love you better than now if you can believe it
i believe it enough for the both of us, papi
so keep that slobber coming
and when i hand you an opal apple
always take a bite
have come to you from the chilled hell of the doll house
everything
perfectly stuck in place like a sitcom set
safe pastel colors
the greatest hits of the beatles
celery and potatoes and oat
milk in the fridge
pretzels and nutella in the disgustingly
organized pantry
and my room the hermitage stuffed with books
and me
geriatric at 53 i accepted this grave lack several bitter
moons ago
this is it until i die shuffling tarot cards creating
loops of noise
staying in a five star hotel once or twice a
year
getting excited about ipas and appetizers
collecting
vinyl art crystals lipstick books
napping because the dreams are
the best part of my life
then
i woke up came alive became ecstatic and spastic
in the
delicious middle of this maelstrom of desire
a chaos of laughter
and tears star splattered correspondence
aquarius woman over the
fuck ass rainbow for an aries man
in the words of conway twitty
i have never been this far before
you
tell me the steps and without question i take them
cum for me
check cum for me again check write a poem about us
check get a
divorce check come to me in yeovil check
next
thing a bitch knows she is shaken and stirred sitting with
her
alpha daddy in an italian restaurant in quaint english town
sipping
argentina wine watching the genetically fucked freaks
in
ill-fitting charity shop garb walk through the door as if
they
deserve the same joy we have claimed without shame
or
reservation because saturn has favored us forever
it’s
spring and i am feverish with this as trees spit blossoms
and
seagulls appear in front of the grape tree where we buy
fruit
jellies and various healthy things with paper money
featuring
the queen and the king who is a scorpio but that is
not our
problem and finally home which is mostly this bed
you placing
gold stars on my left nipple
watching blood simple
our
story without the guns and shitty music
Fuck me, I'm about to go to the bus station and catch a Berry's coach to London. Misti Velvet is about to get a ride to San Antonio airport & fly to Houston then on to Heathrow where I shall meet her tomorrow early & we'll spend a couple of days in a hotel before catching the same coach back here. (I'm leaving my toys at home, but I always have the belt if she's naughty.)
She has waited a decade, I a lustrum. This is good, in fact it's very good. Big King Daddy Saturn, on behalf of Maa, has trained us & broken us to obedience, then rebuilt us, because that's what he does.
Not sure about this poem, but it made her all tingly, apparently, so that's good. After 66 and 53 years we shall finally find home.
you crazy poet fuck going on about tamed possums and your volcel twitter crush
inviting me to visit you in sweden as a friend because you never know until a bitch
approaches you in an airport reeking of walmart body spray how it's going to go
goddamn baby i am dead and this is retard venus in aquarius heaven
last night i was sweating bullets singing you to sleep with amy winehouse karaoke
nothing quite reduces my ice queen corazon to a ridiculous puddle like your beautiful snore
then i wake up to you sharing your misti file with me sufficient evidence that we are both
insane in the membrane purple rain in our veins and we should have married each other
when i was twelve and you were twenty-five because who else could have taught me
how to squirt on myspace in ten minutes or less and assured me there is zero shame
in leaving a piss trail from bed to el bano
this is just to say my sweet big dick darling
i have always (always) wanted your mars in aquarius balls in my sun and venus in aquarius mouth
but my drawl is texan and my pedigree is cracker barrel and algebra eludes me
also...nietzsche which you tell me is not an acceptable left tit tattoo
but somewhere in the darkest dampest recesses of my bitch ass mercury in pisces brain
i always knew no one could delight me annoy me wound me heal me gold star me
daddy dom me intimidate me aggravate me thrill me like you
all these laughs words songs screwdrivers to the heart later
and i am very much that bitch
yours wholly
finally claimed
gold ring burning eternal
on my finger
as i suck my thumb
and beg
for more
dior gucci versace prada bitch who's asking who's keeping score as long as the bruises
are covered i fail to see the big fucking ross dress for less five below t-shirt deal
life is tedious life is terrible life is ugly and brutal and monstrous and out of style
jeans aren't long enough dresses itch fishnets are so failed instagram model circa 2020
was i ever really twelve was i ever really alive at all riding my bicycle to sikes center
scaring the other little girls at slumber parties with my mad ouija skills
been in this anchorite cell for a million moons rejecting self for something that lasts longer
sex was a bad dream i had when i still believed in jesus and luckenbach weddings
but then i woke up when you saw me and said something about it
oh my god baby are you serious i am not a monster at all but if i am so are you
and matching has never felt better
so yes i will sing you to sleep any night of the week
sing to you until you cry until we both die and come back as aquarius man aries woman
just to switch it up keep shit lively and fresh better than any american soap opera
what are we selling
certainly not our souls
which don't actually exist you say
but actually sweetheart they absolutely do
because my brain stopped working when i blocked you at gmail
stayed broken even when i unblocked you and bought every supplement you recommended
but my soul stayed in the game and steered the wheel as my quivering cunt screamed directions
and here we goddamn finally are
the cool cerebral minimal post apocalypse models elegant and exhausted at the five star bar
a hurricane teasing every window
I.
no
water like rainwater when rainwater is fred rainwater texan taurus
tearing shit up at carnival in seymour, texas because a group of men
called out lewd suggestions as he walked past with his hot pregnant wife
and first daughter the february born aquarian who first ran away
from home on red tricycle with kiss magazines in 1977
rocks were thrown glass was broken then much ass kicking ensued
oh daddy daddy daddy how can i ever find a man to rival you
and
then one day finally i sure enough did
all you need is the moon and mercury
pluto is a motherfucking bonus
saturn seals the goddamn deal
fuck me harder again again again
mars conjunct sun mercury conjunct mercury moon square moon
we can go deeper if you want
we can be here a while
no baby all you need to know is yes i did and yes i have and yes i will
without apology without wringing of hands without equivocation
to
know him is to adore him to hell and back
so sick with love i sing brand new key karaoke
i bubble wrap breakable things and place in boxes
i buy a ticket i take the ride become a wartime bride with trashy tattoos
and astral projection thundercloud bruises on inner thighs
never
was a size queen but goddamn i said goddamn
never was good at math but looks like thirteen inches of coke can
porn star cock rock star tear up the hotel room throw tv out the window
no sleep till brooklyn lollapalooza monterey pop nirvana mtv acoustic
this dance ain't for everybody only the sexy people
outta the friend zone and into the frying pan
"I'll make you wish there was 48 hours to each day" (chaka khan,
aries)
"Grab ya glocks when you see Tupac" (tupac shakur, aries moon)
this
is just to say i am fiercely discombobulated
this is just to say i am deeply retarded
this is just to say daddy (fred rainwater) you have been dethroned
at last at last thank god at last
II.
myspace
was too goddamn crowded with poets, editors, models
drinking bottom shelf wine i was terrible mother seeking fresh thrill
couldn't find the gold for all the roadkill and solo cups
did not recognize aries sun gemini moon capricorn rising daddy
by daddy meaning dada meaning best friend forever meaning
best lover of life future until muerte husband drill sergeant life coach
"what would you have done if i had sent you a dic pic?" (he asks)
" i would have said FEED ME" (she replies without hesitation)
this
is just to say i am fed but this is only genesis
this is aquarius woman meeting aries man in primordial garden
or is it primeval it's primitive it's primal it's optimus prime
a red and blue semi-truck energon sword wielding hero
defeating the decepticons like a motherfucking goat
fed
yes hell yes i am but the best is yet to come (def leppard)
where do we go now? (guns n' roses)
onward to paradise where the scylla and charybdis is no mas
and christians are fed to the lions regurgitated then fed again
and witches roam free dripping pussy juice for all eternity which is five
minutes
which is a century which is my head in daddy's lap as he reads
the lonely doll in his richard burton fuck me long time voice
i have no choice but to acquiesce
lovingly
completely
for i am wholly his
III.
this
is not san francisco thank christ this is not city lights
this is not open mic poetry night in kerouac alley
and this is not santa cruz bowling alley karaoke
"what's your problem?" (security guard)
"i am from texas" (me, soaked from pitcher of sprite i poured over my
head)
"cutting you off, give someone else a turn" (deejay)
what
is this? (faith no more)
i want it i want it i want it
need it need it need it
love it love it love it
with a rebel yell (billy idol)
harder deeper with feeling with beethoven with the stars at noon spinning
winning bigger and much dirtier than charlie sheen (virgo)
it's
1979 and she's a girl who believes in john travolta as tony manero
it's 1983 and she tells herself she's on camera and ricky schroeder
from "silver spoons" can see her as she turns in homework assignment
in her purple tights and mini skirt every inch the snow bright virgin
it's 2023 and she thinks she sees him in kansas city
but no he already has a bitch (aries) and he's sagittarius
he ain't the one to try for
"honey
don't you fret 'cause you ain't seen nothing yet"
(saturn/belushi the first decan aquarian on snl)
i
saw the best cock of my or any other generation
in pisces season 2026
ding ding ding
we have
a winner
because of all that came before
and all that will come after
holy laughter holy cum thrum of all thrums
dumb with yum licking batter from the spoon
sucking thumb for dream dada
realized
concretized
immortalized
for the numb alive
for the tragically dead
for any conceivable eternal
demonic angelic audience
this
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