She performed fellatio on my Glock 45

I ejaculated

my tounge eviscerated her

unfinished poems tumbled down her porcelain throat

her eyes rolled

her pain filled my notebook

complimenting scars created by her cat of nine tails

I departed, exhausted from bandaging her slit wrists daily

I was never instructed how to mend self-mutilation

how to teach value

how to inject love

she could not stomach my heart

I found it regurgitated in a trash can

behind the skeletons in her closet

her wrists bled profusely

forearms bound to wood

veins strangled, screaming for redemption

her shoulder blades kissed

their juice beaded above her hips

nestled in her lower back

goosebumps punctuated her nipples

areolas ripe and raised

her bosom glistened, sticky, covered by perspiration,

ribcage stretched high, arched,

a proscenium above the stage of her passion

her navel ring gleamed, reflecting the noon sunlight

her cheeks, hard pressed against jagged splinters

were numb, pins, needles,

pubic hair crowned her temple

wind gusted against her damp savannah grass

despite immense pain, torture,

she was aroused

mango juice slithered down her inner thigh

reminiscent of pomegranate juice dripping from Eve’s chin

weary legs crossed ever so slightly

contrasting the nights they lay open.

they gave and received, offereing sustenance

through telepathy coupled with spontaneous rhythms

calves defined from standing on manicured toes

balancing, right hand gripping her backside.

those days are gone,

ankles pinned by rope and steel.

she scramed, exhaled, hung her head.

it is done.

she walked off.

so did I.

there is an oceanic abyss

where disenchanted dreams are buried

a tectonic trench punctuated by self-loathing

molted rock engulfs aspirations

they burn slowly, lungs consumed quickly with flame

whimpers attempt to leave lips

inaudible on all frequencies

stars look down shaking their heads

he could have been so much more

had he not acquieseced to flaggellation

the last patch of dirt hit his wooden coffin

the dam was ruptured

they cried a deluge

he lay beneath still waters

a ripple of influence

this morning in el barrio

a silhouette of inspiration

lay cast on a brick wall

adorned with crucifixes, racks, & nooses

painted laboriously with crimson liquid

she lay on a slate table atop a Mayan pyramid

my dagger raised high above her abdomen

she cried silently

eyes clenched, trepidatiously she awaited my penetration

my left hand tightly gripped her neck

she moaned anxiously,

awaiting sacrifice

for the LouderArts Collective & Bar 13

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Tonight I went home

land of pyramid poems

black soil irrigated by aqueducts carrying metaphors

in your limestone & granite adorned temple

I witnessed dismembered emotions

reconstructed & made royal

a Pharaoh impregnating

the womb of verbalized epiphanies with hotep

hope for the survival of integrity

tonight was my haij

a pilgrimage prefacing the prodigal return of a son

absentee in body yet aligned in spirit

a realm where titans use words to stretch canvasses

taller than the Pharos of Alexandria

a beacon welcoming artisans to study

a smithing shop for carbon steel verses

a well of souls overflowing with transparent hands

reaching toward a Higher Truth

Righteousness is a choice

even for those created of spirit & ether

what is your choice?

If you were created in blissful proximity

to Elohim

what woman or temptation would make you disobey

knowing that fallen angels are crushed between stars

charred by sulfur and boiled like crabs & lobsters

howling for a redemption that will never come?

the event horizon of free will

sucked matter from bone

goodnight Sodom, goodnight Gomorrah,

goodbye to any place that the wicked call home

a Lot of people sought Noah-like deliverance

from High Priests like Melchizedek

what is the price of Salelm?

can peace be sold like Manhattan or Pennsylvania?

how many have you witness fall

barred from paradise, tormented eternally?

how many suns Set dismembering self-proclaimed Pharaohs

whose dynasties shattered porcelain Rocs against granite idols?

stones crack under shepherd staffs

water springs forth to sustain the Exodus of the righteous

however no savior has ever spared the instructors of human vices

screech owls like Adam’s 1st wife, Lilith

Satans (accusers) of the Most High

may have shed light like blood, illuminating

a crimson darkness, a sin manufactured

pride

Lucifer, Azazel, Samael,

you were supposed to watch

instead you fucked humanity

through your avarice

your rebellion roared

a boasty lion

ultimately slain by a Lamb

He sips caramel

macchiatos to stop him-

self from slitting wrists

Early in the mornin, sunlight’s lurkin/birds are chirpin, let’s focus in on a person/he’s gotta go to work but inside he’s hurtin/smile on his face, in his head he’s cursin/the shit’s not his passion, the hustlers he’s passin on the walk to the train are laughin/”we thought you was a playa, thought you was a poet/thought you was on your grind, what you got to show for it?/ you got got no dough, we know you got flow but when you gonna blow?/when’s the next show?/shorty left you for the dude next door? why you never home, heard about your cousin gettin raped/when you gonna clap that chrome?/we know you can write, spit from the dome/you ain’t that real hip-hop, we like that Weezy Phone Home.”/They talkin while he’s in the zone, he wants to get to the j.o. and be left alone/it’s grind season