Captive Audience

Hanging on to the back of The Dragon, on with
plumes of smoke, floating resonance through the mountains
inlaid with the popular neighborhoods of the birth land.
Faces smile, bellies swell with booze
and echoing laughter resounds through the air.

Watching the iron birds fly in from behind a chained link fence,
in a country where terror is just a corner away
most times all we find is smiling faces
filling the air with freedom and grace.
No wonder they want to take it away.

People come back from captivity,
the nine to five grind of the "American Dream,"
back to a reality they'd lost with "American Idol"
infused with propaganda legally rectified sealed and processed,
to smell freedom in the air puffed just a few feet away.

In the words of a drunken genius clown
who levitated 6 machetes, 3 balls, and 4 pins
up in the air for the world to see,
right on 24 and 6th, in front of the coffee shop
where the green worm makes a left turn:

"Thing I love about all of you Pereiranos is that you're rebels.
You do things the way YOU'RE gonna do them."
So he took a swig from his alcohol just as he joined
a dispersing crowd who carefully ran away
from the falling machetes, balls, and pins.

Sunsets come up every night in conversation
as the day slowly wonders into night with twilight
close behind the two, it is never sure which way to go,
covered in golden twilight splendor
memories are recorded, stored, to be later remembered.

Floating along on the back of the dragon,
plumes of smoke behind and
there she sits with her one hand in her hair
as the other passes the spliff she rolled with Prometheus–
Eris just loves to be around good company.

On Lizards

She coils like a snake
shedding her skin habitually
leaving remains of who she was,
or rather pretends to be,
along with the carcasses
of those she's consumed,
eaten whole, swallowed,
perverted.

There is a glimmer in her blue eyes
every time her tongue sticks out
to sense the air around her,
tasting for a fix, hoping
to feel the warmth of the cold night.
A field of dust is laid before her
she crawls upon it with belly swollen,
the last victim of her bite.

She leaves trails behind
as her body moves, a straw,
clearing the powdery surface,
revealing beneath the rotten ground
kept from sight, hidden,
until her swift movements
clear a woven path visible
to those who dare pay attention
to the swollen mess that is left behind.

She coils around again,
having found comfort
upon the tiled bathroom floor
of a broken down house
with cracks on the walls
as it tries to hold up the sins of a past
which extends thousands of years.
Poe would have cried
at the sight of such visage.
Skin flakes, scales glow,
her long tongue sticks out into the night
as her brilliant mind is numbed away.

Pretty Little Princes

Pretty little princes wants a gun
pretty little princes wins the throne
with a bang bang here
and a bang bang there
her dispositions are scattered everywhere
like the blood of the king
and the guts of the queen
when they said "no little girl,
you wont have any more."

Pretty little princes warms her gun
pretty little princes had some fun
little did they know that her games oft drew
the wretched wicked souls of sinister ploys
willing to dispatch in order to fuck
the princes of their dreams
on the dresser
by the floor.

Pretty little princes wants them all
pretty little princes kills the pawns
with a cake full of poison
and drinks full of drugs
so they die with their hard-ons
and their panties in a bunch.

Pretty little princes asks the pope
with pretty little pleases forgiveness sought
in the end we all pray
and we beg to be saved
now it's her on her knees
as the priest smiles with ease
lips tight 'round his prick
and pockets full of lyre
he lies as he says "salvation is here."

Pretty little princes plays her games
pretty little princes crowned by his holiness
made the queen that she dreamed
that she would and could be
all for the moments
she believed would seem real
which ultimately slipped away
like needles through veneer
into veins lost for years
under her elaborate garbs
where the scars can't be seen.

Pretty little princes is all grown up
and as you would have it known
She is now our queen
as she smiles her pearl smile
and as she dances with her sires
one of them slips her a kiss
and steals the one thing he desires
behind closed doors
sheets crumpled and tossed
he says "I love you"
she replies
"you must be nuts."

So she wears him out
and he covers her so
hoping to draw out
the commodores son
"that young man with the tan
and the eyes of a wolf
let him come to me now"
she is oft heard herself in thought.

One night she commands
that he stay in her lands
and so they must do
if they are in love with their lives.
She invites him for drinks
on a veranda under the stars
and sip after sip
they begin to loose charge of their pedigree
soon like dogs they attack
each others necks as if wild
in their passion and lust
as he mounts her she smiles
thus she looses her mind
as his seed sought and wrought forth
the able son she'll admire
and spoil and teach
until he himself is a sire.

Pretty little prince likes his throne
Pretty little prince wants to have some fun.
Now let's just see if mother buys him a gun.