Booty Call

I'll be another 'Woodside' flashing on his screen. 

Lora Mathis writes

Your heart is the size of a fist because you need it to fight. 

The zoo

There are demons in my garden, Fred.
Green-eyed, evil-spirited, invisible - that chatter muchly.

There are insects in my cookies, posing to be chocolate chips, ready to go through thirty seconds of radiation in the microwave; suicide bombers i say -wanting to spread the infection of the population in me.

There is wine in my brain; red, thick, lumpy with grey cell collaborations. Streaming down the neurotic veins - like a river full of plastic waste, all made unclean by the guilty corpses of human memories.

There are world's in my heart; locked down, banished, quarantined, covered up by layers of broken promises, betrayal, fear, revenge, and truth.

There are marks on my feet. Caused by the thorny trees climbed, the mountains crawled to see the sea of clouds, by sea-urchins on the bed of the oceans bobbed with people I've met - hearts I've travelled through and with. There are marks on my feet - bruises I like, the kind you get when you walk on fire to win the war with the other you.

There are holes on my clothes
and burns in my heart

A ribbon to distract,
and a glass of tears to wash down. 

Sexting Tips

“Only the united beat of sex and the heart can create ecstasy.”

Anais Nin 

Ventriloquist dummy

Go away, go away, you're killing the little porcelain puppets

Go away, go away, you're causing pain for the blow up dolls

the hectic hour has arrived 

when you let the clock chop it's hands

the ticking has got my brain all wired

the tocking has got my vagina in clamps 

the sun needs to rise for longer now- the moon needs to make way for the bioluminescence 

this erotic heart has lost its adventurous spout 

this hairy tail has been cut off and left to be chewed by the angry bears 

the fist of the waves has risen to beat you 

the strings of my gut have untied to strangle you 

the bulbous protrusion from your front has been pixeled out 

so the eyes of my heart cannot find you - cannot ever be reminded of you 

cannot ever send signals of your shadows, your shades, your silhouettes, your disastrous ties

the touch-me-not has been awakened 

let the fangs come out now and paint my body, ventriloquist dummy, 

with 'I never will', 'I never want to'  

Disease

I love you. I hate you. I like you. I hate you. I love you. I think you’re stupid. I think you’re a loser.

I think you’re wonderful. I want to be with you. I don’t want to be with you. I would never date you. I hate you. I love you…

I think the madness started the moment we met and you shook my hand. Did you have a disease or something?” 
- Shannon L. Alder

Duarte Vitoria - There is no love, only words to get what you want