Frustrated

Seventy virgins
when i get to paradise...
What if I don't arrive?
What if I get lost along the way?
And if heaven is too far away and
I give up going there?...

Seventy seems little to me
to risk
seven sticks of dynamite
around the abdomen!
seventy virgins
when i get to paradise...

Does that mean that in a short time
there are no more
virgins for my enjoyment!
Can I take
another seventy with me?


Deck what it was and
Truck what was it.
Suck what was and what was going.

Lick what will be then
Lock well what would it be.

Fuck him
who no longer fucks anyone else...



PAR

She resembled a skinny mannequin perched high on a gawdy
 bistro chair.
Ivory legs crossed, she sits with 
black-X  vinyl stickers she wears
as pasties over her absent breasts.
Worn out ideas falling out like
strands of hair that smell of scorched
apricots and fermented pears.

Spin my skull to taste your voice
 you are everything that's wrong
with me.
Kiss me, as I spit pollution and cough.
Let me nurse fluid from your
flower as if death were made of
indigo fabric studded with fake
diamonds.
Drain me, leave the edges of my
 bones intact for ambiance.

Inject me with your memory as I
watch you  deep throat sin
Crimson ribbons wrap your narrow
waist the frayed  edges catch
on burs
My courage to erase you slips away
 in nocturnal silence
My frustration eternally lives