.lascivicious wolf times III.
elektriK kabuki/ shee sees shapes
masking as womanhood concept unknown
dying to fetch a plate of dye four her sister
she sliiiiiiithers down pink hills/ like Frida Kahlo
she spills her paint over canvas after canvas
sinuous and brilliant in the diffused television glow;
it castss light over watchers
as watchers casst luminous glares over/her
.
. shes got ten fingers and ten commitments
to carve up and she WILL NOT STOP until the men all howl
(lascivicious wolf times III).../.
.
Aloud at the Caf;
Aloud at the campaign a la izquierdo/a la derecho
She spits Twice as much Venom and Mud in her Words as HHEE (does).
.
. white glove test .
check. she laughs like china dolls and teacups.
a porcelain shriek that she wears like a chastity belt.
elektriK tinted/ she is plasma/ she is neon/
(she is the perplexity of every contrived manifestation of iniquity)
Her nails break like treason, she cries at her own funeral, she fucks like tomorrow
and loves like 4578 men just gave birth.
She Will Never Have 2.5 Children.
She will have 1.7 Children/ to prove/ to prove/ to prove her innocence.
.her skin smells of azcar y justicia.
Her shirt smells of sixxxteen lies riding on a white horse of Karma.
She smiles only when she comes
/home/ (where He gives her Everything>>like
. eleKtrik kicking and shattering of the 206 bones in her body.
they reform and regroup just as butchtough as a forklift.
.
she is Eternal. she is The Question. She Is the answer.
She bleeds into her cooking/
chartreuse heaven shakes free of her frying pan/
out comes the scales and the tribute and the money and the picture:
She Is Left With Blunt Memory And Be comes A Sapphoholic.
they say theres a cure. they say theres always a cure.
theres always A CURE GODDAMNIT!
.
. she watches the light play over their tattered facial expressions
and nods politely.
shes more delicate than they th/ink.
when she writes her words hit the paper like a plane crash/
no oxygen masksno inflight instruction manualno inflatable cushionno Prayers.
never were any.
ella no sabe lo que hacer.
ella NO QUIERE saber.
corazn, pulmones, aire, muerto.
.
elektriK kabuki/ shee sees shapes
masking as womanhood concept unknown
dying to fetch a plate of dye four her sister
she sliiiiiiithers down pink hills/ like Frida Kahlo
she spills her paint over canvas after canvas
singing of injury and peace.
the Beating stops. her heart stills.
her flesh blends with the tempera and fine oils of the portrait
as she wilts and expires.
.
Lady Uncertainty kneels by .h.e.r. side and whispers con-fuse-shun into the image
promising things she doesnt possess:
wasting air on everything but the apology of a late reply.
elektriK kabuki/ shee sees shapes
masking as womanhood concept unknown
dying to fetch a plate of dye four her sister
she sliiiiiiithers down pink hills/ like Frida Kahlo
she spills her paint over canvas after canvas
sinuous and brilliant in the diffused television glow;
it castss light over watchers
as watchers casst luminous glares over/her
.
. shes got ten fingers and ten commitments
to carve up and she WILL NOT STOP until the men all howl
(lascivicious wolf times III).../.
.
Aloud at the Caf;
Aloud at the campaign a la izquierdo/a la derecho
She spits Twice as much Venom and Mud in her Words as HHEE (does).
.
. white glove test .
check. she laughs like china dolls and teacups.
a porcelain shriek that she wears like a chastity belt.
elektriK tinted/ she is plasma/ she is neon/
(she is the perplexity of every contrived manifestation of iniquity)
Her nails break like treason, she cries at her own funeral, she fucks like tomorrow
and loves like 4578 men just gave birth.
She Will Never Have 2.5 Children.
She will have 1.7 Children/ to prove/ to prove/ to prove her innocence.
.her skin smells of azcar y justicia.
Her shirt smells of sixxxteen lies riding on a white horse of Karma.
She smiles only when she comes
/home/ (where He gives her Everything>>like
. eleKtrik kicking and shattering of the 206 bones in her body.
they reform and regroup just as butchtough as a forklift.
.
she is Eternal. she is The Question. She Is the answer.
She bleeds into her cooking/
chartreuse heaven shakes free of her frying pan/
out comes the scales and the tribute and the money and the picture:
She Is Left With Blunt Memory And Be comes A Sapphoholic.
they say theres a cure. they say theres always a cure.
theres always A CURE GODDAMNIT!
.
. she watches the light play over their tattered facial expressions
and nods politely.
shes more delicate than they th/ink.
when she writes her words hit the paper like a plane crash/
no oxygen masksno inflight instruction manualno inflatable cushionno Prayers.
never were any.
ella no sabe lo que hacer.
ella NO QUIERE saber.
corazn, pulmones, aire, muerto.
.
elektriK kabuki/ shee sees shapes
masking as womanhood concept unknown
dying to fetch a plate of dye four her sister
she sliiiiiiithers down pink hills/ like Frida Kahlo
she spills her paint over canvas after canvas
singing of injury and peace.
the Beating stops. her heart stills.
her flesh blends with the tempera and fine oils of the portrait
as she wilts and expires.
.
Lady Uncertainty kneels by .h.e.r. side and whispers con-fuse-shun into the image
promising things she doesnt possess:
wasting air on everything but the apology of a late reply.