CATALOGUE TROUSERS

 

snoopy is stained so i give him to you and we share black grapes and weed watch twin peaks and jerry springer troglodytes in catalogue trousers fighting over mediocre at best lovers bring in the experts on love sex human intimacy disculpe no entiendo "it's all so beautiful...relationships they seem at the start" (bell biv devoe) all i know for certain is this is chosen this is choosing fuck moon square moon and all that pluto noise saturn is the santa that has given us this delicious blue and red glowing xmas everything we asked for alive in us as we kiss and fuck and at the dentist i clutch your hand so hard the skin reddens let it ride forever like the best john wayne film like vegas like hallucinogenic playscape of karmic kindergarten dreams every letter every number ours exponentially gold stars blazing across our charts

inside you

 

LUKE 9:60 // sinite mortuos sepeliunt mortuos

together through total shit show transits talks about exes vanilla venus sex brutal pluto sex the austere chill of saturn in the eighth the wakey wakey of neptune in aries rained out baseball games censored boxing matches overturned monster trucks horse tractors that arrive twenty years too late myspace poetry facebook memes instagram thirst twitter hunger linkedin kink hard spanks fifty years delayed curses on deplorable lovers from several limp dick years ago books about deplorable lovers from several bitch bite years ago who is the wolf who is the lamb i am only certain of this my tattoos are trash my journals are trash most of my memories are trash so here's to the heap of cold ashes decorating our filthy carpet time for another smoke break in the loo with the window open to let in the manic chirping of nameless birds today is the only truth my chipped tooth your hand in mine our matching i love paris t-shirts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts life spurts eternal in the infernal loop of love on purpose our chosen surplus of yammering yum

AUT VIAM INVENIAM AUT FACIAM

 

where there's a rock hard porn star cock there is a way full stop fight me bitch true my man is not a porn star he knows latin and philosophy and shit but let's not squabble over the finer points beauty monster i call him the man and his cock just throwing this out there let the archives show i am more alive at 53 than i was at 43 or 33 or 23 or 13 it's ridiculous it's clown time to be falling in love after so much shit survived and transcended david lynch could not have written it any better my future and forever husband fucking me as i cry out in some alien language ooomooo ahhhkawmaw ahhhkawmaw eeeemujo no no no oh my god yes i feel it i feel you my god you fill me up gracias jesus merci ever watching god surrounded by ghosts witnesses the hilarious wild the deviant court it's some kind of surreal castle porno suddenly starring us and there's always plenty of melted butter available to drench the popcorn and coat the wiggling tongues

he comes to the cave like he belongs there like he's been there forever i have it on good authority he probably does he probably has 

oh the places you went

you're three riding away from home on a tricycle for the usual reasons you're eighteen riding greyhound to los angeles you're in beverly hills waiting to be discovered because pretty woman is trending you're twenty driving drunk all over the texas hill country chainsmoking marlboro reds screaming along with the lizard king SAVE US JESUS you're thirty something flying into san francisco dazzled then heartbroken by city lights drinking the ouch away in vesuvio's because jack kerouac will always be trending you're in santa cruz manically singing karaoke until the deejay cuts you off you're in oakland eating pizza drinking beer on a rooftop you're in ben lomond eating caesar salad with your toes yesterday you were in new york city a year before the towers came down wishing you were a poet on the flyer rather than a tourist coming off paxil cold turkey then boom you're twelve again sweating in your garage bedroom to van halen and the footloose soundtrack dreaming of california and love so amazing it puts air supply outta business blink blink you're in vegas the first time the second time the third time the fourth time the last time getting married again arguing with elvis who does not think blue hawaii is a wedding song oh the tease of the synchronized water fountains the ironic gleam of caesar's obnoxious palace the unapologetic tacky red pink orange aesthetic of circus circus where old whores go to drink screwdrivers and spin slots until they die the sangre sunrise of the mojave the palm trees from fremont to the stratosphere wake up you're riding the 100 primo in downtown san antonio your son dressed as captain america you're the mother who tries who tries who tries sobbing to saturn there will never be enough pinatas there will never be enough candy looking through plane window seeing the swamps of florida the whatever of ohio hello mexico again your shitty beautiful border towns taste testing tequila in the shop with the black velvet matador paintings and gargantuan margarita glasses singing patsy cline's most famous song in the legendary taco restaurant fast forward to year of the galloping fire horse and it's london with your mercury twin the love of your long long life chips and curry in a hotel that knows how eighteen years of friendship myspace to facebook to instagram to gmail to whatsapp the goddamn gorgeous foundation for sapiosexual vanilla swirled with dark chocolate and raspberry fucking kissing and it's real laughing and it's real crying and it's deeply felt strolling through paris with more style than henry miller and anais nin because better cock better nipples better hearts better minds the rest of the world may or may not catch on and catch up here's our stained glass library 

a lowercase i is the least of your issues, bitch

the man of the house my daddy my betrothed my boo has recently changed the white fitted sheet but a bitch cannot multi-task to save her goddamn gringa life so i have spilled chocolate biscuits on the bed the virgo in me tries to apologize by explaining I CANNOT DO MORE THAN ONE THING AT ONCE I'M THINKING ABOUT THE LATEST TAROT VIDEO AND MOON CONJUNCT VENUS I'M CHALLENGED I'VE GOT A TOOTHACHE I'M STONED BABY I'VE GOT ISSUES I CANNOT ABIDE A LOWERCASE I WHEN AN APOSTROPHE IS ATTACHED

"Wait until tonight, bitch. A lowercase i is the least of your issues," he says.

it's been about three weeks now of us strolling through the quaint british town with the ancient cathedral and domino's and a bowling alley he tells me he will have to drink at least a couple of stellas to tolerate sometimes gangsta as i am i sing song so deep so deep so deep you put my butt to sleep

right now my ass is dreaming of vienna in gemini season followed by belize or someplace similar where we can clink bottles on the beach count the clouds kiss the nipples cuddle while the cocoa cools and the world shimmers and shakes around us because finally, dawg, what the fuck else is there?
 

"so deep it puts her arse to sleep"

 

The Only Way is Wessex

merci for the daze of light through famous cemetery trees the genius grafitti the efficient taxis the superior chocolate and exquisite apples pero even in paris i am dreaming of home the small cherished space i share with the best lover of my life the hello kitty blanket making me feel like i have returned to the womb the cold sweet water from the tap my man hanging socks and knickers on the line while purple pieman schemes and squaw dreams of something more dangerous such as being raped by the articulated werewolf purchased on ebay while the flower moon sheds petals all over our sweaty jizz drenched flesh oh yes this is paradise each kiss each slurp each fuck confirmation we have eaten our karma puked it out and now an obscene garden grows forever an embarrassment of surplus

"goddamn i'm writing poems"

 

 

 

STELLA RAINWATER

 

purchased on a whim in a charity shop she's our amulet our talisman our charm our assurance that in an absurd universe we are magically ecstatically protected from ennui from stasis from spiritual retardation for love desire passion lust so easily transmitted and translated this tea this time this nibble this gnaw this slurp this pink this red this purple this us candied and congenial forever because sextile plus conjunction plus trine equals immeasurable babied bliss kiss kissed kissing in a truffula tree as rivers sing orgiastic and snails get someplace eventually every ghost knows this goddamn gertrude there is absolutely no rush
 

DIE SCHEINBAR

gracias ad infinitum to the cosmic twist the celestial glitch that collided us when saturn started banging pots & pans in aries cherries falling from trees as asteroids jizz across the sky no one of note notices distracted as they are by booty calls and beer runs the latest big deal series sponsored by apple who is kylie jenner fucking who is wearing versace who is the best actress according to disney pixar new jersey becomes israel becomes greece becomes florida becomes malibu becomes dallas in the tasteless slop of this is who we are now post wasteland post saturday night fever post soul train post mix tapes post everything remotely cool the fool and the emperor are in bed cozy with hello kitty and skeletor feasting on purple grapes and each other apparently in love which still happens inexplicably metallica could never play a song this pretty beethoven probably could but he's dead and if he's reincarnated his phone is off the goddamn hook and there will be no further correspondence

ARIES aquaRiuS walk into a BAR

another average night in nowhere, montana cowboys pissing budweiser as neon flashes red white blue provincial pride new country trash sleazing from the speakers "well life has been a dirt road with no fork so I'm sittin' here eatin' pork & beans with a spoon lookin' at the moon thinkin' 'bout that ass that ass i lost due to one bad decision too many I'd beg for forgiveness but i know i won't be gettin' any" bartenders flash cleavage smile keep those longnecks comin' idiots dance start fights in the parking lot no thought of tomorrow's rent or root canal the air is fat with oh come on now why are so many motherfuckers stuck on the same pathetic game monosyllabic words of love slurred into dirty ears

then aries man walks into the bar all in black like johnny cash reeking of weed & prada & the smoke of several burned bridges seeking a seat at the bar and a bottle of vodka until an aquarius woman bumps into him in her neon pink rollerskates purple ribbons in her hair together they tumble down into an indelicate sprawl on the sticky sawdust floor the aquarius drawls "well since we're here already" and they kiss and they grope before taking their serendipitous freak show down the road to the nearest available trailer where they fuck for hours screaming expletives and promises "oh my god it's your pussy forever" "your cunt was created for my cock" etcetera until jesus smiles and comes back and there's a picnic across america because america is the only jesus sponsored country that counts and red and blue merge into barney purple all problems solved it's love love love from tahlequah to tampa the most beautiful brilliant ballsy babies of all time are born and it's atlantis again gleaming hotter than vegas in august