some of my poems

I figured you guys never read my poems so i'd post a few as time progresses-see what yall think of them. this is not the roses are red/violets are blue stuff.
it's very urbanized. very read aloud to get the flow kinda poems-some may even hurt your tounge trying to wrap around the words....enjoy.

CANDY STORE (TO READ ALOUD/REFLECT/DIGEST)

I wake up in the middle,
the night is gone but the day is not yet to rise,
but it's no surprise to my eyes with one look to my thighs,
My labido is on the rise,
My sweet tooth is rounding,pounding,hounding astounding!
for something warm,sticky,sweet,juicy and wet,
I look for a smoke to calm my nerves,
No swizzlesticks,no licorice whips,
I open up a carton-an empty box of trix,
So I sniff on a whip,
Ballon Hot crush five,
Candy piping striping whore,
I strip,equip, and with a snip, I zip,
To the local candy store,
It's shaped like a lion,
PInk as a clown,
And I drown in the sounds pounding around,
As i enter the threshold an upside down rainbow frown,
For the lords of the troubles I pay it up on the doubles,
two lincoln bills,slick as ills as I kill for the chills of the frills of syrupy sticky bun thrills,
HUbbabubbalicous, hubble bubble yum,
And Im green like a thumb,
Looking at the action that's begun,
Blowing up like bubble gum,
Another zip off the whip and N-O-2 means:Numb, dumb and full of yummy,
cum all ye faithful,The drummer boyz play their beat,
as I seat in the sweet petal powered meat at my feet,
gyrate, pyrate, lather, rinse and repeat,
Monkey wrench is noshing with kmfdm,
A degradant candy rotting cash machine,
As the dancing red hots and black dots,
SHow theyve got the hots to trots their dirty spots,
All wicked,steamy and lean,
And I'm glue through and through,
To the red, white,black and blue cardboard paper bar,
My heart burn a cough drop covered flame,
as people stake their claim to lame game trying to scream out my name,
DOLLY!
The slow gin purple butterscotch rummy queen,
with bad mojo rollovoo-doo vision superstition
generation x ray scoping through the steam,
Through sunglasses I see classes of asses as sweet as molasses,
And stocks of cocks ready to knocks the socks of this roxy locksy fox in a box,
I came in to watch-but all the eyes are on me,
suicide slip and slide, rough ride, rising tide,
I'm stiff as a rubber tree,
The hunnys shake their parfaits,
fruity creaming double teaming triple beaming down my sugar dreaming,
with a nutshake earthquake,
wearing their vinyl rubber lamp posts set on shake and bake,
Burning retinas like the sun,
one finger to my trigger,
click,stick,dick,lick,chick,flick,bick,slick BOOM!
And i'm done,
I crawl home on my knees,
back into bed to make z's,
The panoramic black and white technicoloring my digital dreams,
I blushed on the brush of a pickled lush,
hush-hush!
Word's are'nt always how they seems,
My tummy grumbles soon after,
Rocking steayd like freddy to spaghetti,
It wan'ts some more from the store,
But I chaste it and ignore It's implore,
Swimming in sea of d-i-a-b-e-t-a-e-x-s-t-a-c-y,
Paddling my own oar.

thats about a night at the stripclub

BRACE FACE (topanaga)

mouth full of metal
panty full of doom
straight up razor blade.minutemaid lemonade,
hot trouble bubble icy licous
18 years out the womb.
metal mouth south bound unwound pants game
licky sticky tricky dicky
easing the troubled pain.
she puts on the show when the camera goes on,
rolling writhing rocking sliding
ancient art dancer of things long gone
purple panites dandy candy under a simple white shirt,
she rolls and rumbles cutey booty bubbles
moving to make your pelvis hurt
fire hot-volcanic blow,
white stripes lezzy cannonball roll,
yours for only twenty bucks a champagne soda pop
here today-gone tommorrow
as soon as the bank flow stops.

just wrote that one.

ok, I can hear that hard driving beat to brace face already...
"straight up razor blade.minutemaid lemonade"...like it.

word. you should see the chick it's inspired by....fucking hotty! woo!

I honestly didn't like either. The first dragged on far too much, and I don't like the bird,sword,word, sequences. The second wasn't my thing either, your vocabuluary is too modernized, espeshily your refrences. It gives a dulling feeling.

I'll be willing to read more as I love poetry, but neither of those did anything for me.

holy shit,man are you talking about whippits.....


HIPPY CRACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ya damn right baby! I love thw whips. I dont do em as much but I love the fact you can go down to the local perv shop and pick a single shot up for under a buck. lol
Theyre a horny drug-Im a sensuous person-hence the attraction. and sorry camby. my stuff is more modern language and it does that swirly nits in most of it cus thats what i do. I write poetry to express the soul or feelings rather than the usual bleek or romantic stuff...I cant stand that unless IM in the right mood for it. too mushy-I like my shit hard. lol

this ones for you kk cus I know you like zombis as much as I do......





ZOMBIFINATION volume 1.
Full moon like apple pie sky,bosco rosco chockomocko eyes,
earthquake,groundbreak,mistake,dead wake,
resuurected land of the die,
diatholetes incomplete,trimmed primmed and delimbed,
the rotten have returned from hell,
dancing prancing,romancing,raping,escaping foul odourous winds,
all the horror collar holler girls go running in brail skirts,
while the panty raiding no cat killers watch the bouncy ball shirts,
too late to grate, head strung dinner plates,
their brains are like.....gone!
the dead eat bread and eyeballs, and dessert on wilted shlong,

ZOMBIFINATION VOLUME 2

Rotsy nazi paprazzi,
crashing bashing, smashing thrashing gnashing,
a hookie rookie nooky cookie lesbo punky funky munkey fuck force feast,
mohawks and gymsocks curling up with dreadlocks and fake cocks,
a dominatrical theatrical toure de force!
turning eyes and burning thighs, bucks and whinnys like stubborn horses, and low behold the cannibeast!
they smile bile for two miles, lining up to go,
the lights go out-the havok begins,
for all the world to show,
the doors bust apart like bleeding hearts,the death march rolls and tolls,
the rotten keep coming, humming, drumming and thumbing,
the world is losing control

still working on part three....lol

heres another one......
LITTLE DIRTY POSERS (STOP JACKING MY SHIT!)
little dirty poser girl,as seen on tv,
blowing showing slowmowing,
mask scray porn born fuck bot queen,
blonde, spawned, bond,fond,polka dot skull scabby knees,
tanned head and branded candid fuckasuckabandaged,
out on shelves before halloween,
Little dirty poser boy,heavy pappa rotsy,
clashes and flashes what you can buy with cashes,
grazi, motsy nazi,
malatove cocktail hair wash,
gin slow fizzle sizzle pop bitch,
punk pop syrup shop radio headroans play,
blink sum green jimmy world day 223,
So much attitude with zipper lip snip trips too crypticly dull to say,
Stop jacking my shit!
Did someone order a bloodbath?
Cuz I feel a little thirsty myself,
come near me with that poser crap and I'll bite you,
why waste food already off the shelf?
I'm not your buddy weekend c.h.u.d.d.y satanofraud lover bot,
Should I bash that into your head?
don't follow me where I go, its not for the faint of heart,
death is not an obsession to me, it's not a trend, it's a work of art.

its like...naughty dr.suess

alot of it is inspired by "my life with the thrill kill kult" <-one of my fav. bands.
thank you. someone once said it's like nonsense that makes sense. whatever that means...lol

I like those. You read much Jim Carroll or Nikki Giovanni? You might light Gregory Corso's work too.

Havent really but Ill check em out

okay....figured this is a good one.......lol-it's almost four am out here and im sucking fumes.

IWANNALILGOTHGIRL

I want a little goth girl,
so blood like honeymud,
onion booty round and tight,
pull back the peels to see the real deal,
leave you jerking your tears all night,
I want a little goth girl,
vinyl bitch, porno witch,
wolf tuft skin genie bottle lid
rub it right, rub it wrong,
playing to slipknot in an oversized coffin,
in just a chain link thong,
I want a little goth girl,
kmfdm lapdance over cold absynthe showers,
bloodbath psychopath
shagging the bad rag for hours,
I want a little goth girl,
vanilla caramel techno red haired kitty,
red lips and fingertips,tight hips and the kungfu grip ready to slice and dice,
I want a little goth girl
lipstick ring toss around my boom broom stick,
chaotic dark theme park in a cotton cage between her legs,
makes you wanna ride it till you sick,
I want a little goth girl,
round candy store butt dream
sticky licky and clean,
Irish decendant gleam,
tombstone grinder workout,
making the panty sniffing minge bingers scream with cream,
I want a little goth girl,
lethal serenade the pink candy handgrenade,
arsenic spikepunch the lemonade,
razorblade cotton candy flood,
I want a little goth girl,
whose so fucking blood!