Judas tosses my skin dough
kneading
Spread too thin
Wood fire burnt, ends
Encrusted mounds & blisters
Slough
fall
Tears another hole &
I become a meal;
A tv dinner deal.
At the last supper, Mary
Sings a hymn &
All the Angel’s
rejoice!
My veil lifted drifts
Chewed fingertips boxed in
Swallowed whole, followed by
An after-dinner mint & toothpick.
But what I really need is a good
stretch.
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My Corona
My Corona
Ooh my little dirty one, dirty one
When ya gonna give me that germ, Corona?
Ooh ya make my nose run, my nose run
Got it sliding down my lip line, Corona
Always blow my nose, wash my hands, do it all again
My, my, my, ay, ay, whoa!
M-m-m-my Corona
Come a little closer, huh, ah, will ya, huh
Close enough to give you my germs, Corona
Keeping it a mystery, conspiracy
Dripping from the edge of my eyes, Corona
Always blow my nose, wash my hands, do it all again
Never gonna stop, give it up, such a dirty germ
My, my, my, ay, ay, whoa!
M-m-m-my Corona
M-m-m-my Corona
My, my, my, my, my, my
My Corona
When ya gonna give it to me, give it to me
It’s just a matter of time
Corona
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Photographer: Scott Wilcox, Fuzion Photography, 2017
“…fine tuning the in-between of harmony; hearts, earth & sky” JD Butler
Maximòn,
the epitome of balance:
patience & frustration,
softly spoken & vehement.
Ritual billowing, vaping
new life
into old lungs,
filtering
pure tobacco into undulating balls of steam.
His stage is an altar.
We dance, cleansing much more than our spirit,
fine tuning
the in-between
of harmony; hearts,
earth & sky.
Our effigy, enlightening the soul & keeping her secrets,
venerable in his wisdom.
Our Columbian overlord garnishes
the Mayan temple our grandfather’s bestowed.
Protective.
Upcycling shadows, illuminating the light –
breathing new life.
He is the embodiment of patronage & the people,
regenerating
health, crops, marriage, business, revenge & death.
Holding
our community together.
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“Karma…she doesn’t rely on intel, cointel, black or psy ops of any kind” JD Butler
1.
Relationships,
are not all they’re cracked up to be.
They are like sabotaged roses; severed from stems,
rolling like heads,
to feel like
Oh!
/
I don’t know.
2.
Denial,
is like sleep walking, except star gazing in day dreams,
avoiding
a fourth kind encounter, shining a light beam on all our useless airs & graces.
Waking hours are left,
wanting.
3.
Karma’s, not any dirtier than her alter ego would suggest either.
At least she let’s you in,
ties you up,
then fucks you up the arse before she withdraws.
/
In her world, she doesn’t care.
She doesn’t rely on intel, cointel, black or psy ops of any kind,
in order to see past you & into the future.
To her, we are all space invaders that have the potential to devour.
4.
Russia, may be all over the West but Brainiac’s got the universe covered.
He sucks & fucks his way though world’s several times over – therefore, we won’t have a shit show in hell, by the time he gets here.
Putin’s already won his war anyway (the West is going down).
By the time you realise WTF just happened, that warm thermonuclear feeling you have between your legs –
will be soiling more than just your knickers.
5.
There is no infinity & beyond when relationships are run on bullshit.
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One camel toe please,
two new boobs,
one new neck,
one flat stomach
& two stick arms.
The goal has been exceeded, in Thailand.
/
Swell hell, can go to hell!
Karma tells me she’s having Keto tonight.
Next stop, Brazil.
One fat transfer please,
two stick legs
& a Partridge in a pear tree.
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Bangkok deconstructed:
fractured concrete buildings, ripped apart as I watch from my Somerset window.
Steel, jutting haphazard in tangled knots; a once perfectly acceptable infrastructure,
now crumbling blocks fall into piles of useless rubble, while machinery scrapes the lot into a perfect square level playing field.
Ready for the next wave of antagonists selling prosperity,
pins & pegs.
/
Nips & tucks,
scalpel’s cutting across corners, aligning smooth curves with invisible sutures.
Skin, falling into plastic bags; trophies with twistie ties, all captured by Five Eyes.
Fat globules disperse & intermingle among the blood & yellowing toxic waste,
stretch marks & saggy skin. Torture under white lights (hung, drawn & quartered), like medieval madness.
Discarded pieces of meat/flesh going up in smoke, incinerated into giant plumes.
*
Rancid ashes & suffocating dust resuscitating enlightenment
into a new age.
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Anticipation builds
an iron lung
the sweet desire
for oral pleasure
still lingers
on my
lips
/
one last
taste
lick
fix
she slips
into something
warm & inviting
& I watch him
slowly undress
before raising his shaft
can I have one?
her voice
pleading desperado
he assumes the position
& I am sucked right in
he gestures
she folds, rolls
& sets her fire to smoulder
her submission
concluded
his mission
accomplished
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