I awoke                                                                  
to the sound of screaming banshees
when in actuality
it was my soul
trying to claw it's way out of my flesh
 
he was after me     again     "red death"
 
heart breathing swift
scrounging for its last breath
 
I grabbed that fucking bull
by its horns
and mounted its tongue
on my burning tulips,
gyrating my hips
animalistic~ly
so it could see
the divine
bestiality
within
 
me;                                               
 
as he licked and lapped
the sinuous of my sap
 
I had staggered visions
of giving Jesus some confessional head
down by the old church, kneeled on dirty knees 
upon an old tossed out pew where ca~tho~lic sinners     spewed
the pornographic of their sins, uncommitted;
but he was on the lamb
mounting segregation
while ass fucking immigration
only 'cause I was nowhere
to be seen in his sea of carnal green
 
but once he cum'd off his 'bout w/Heaven, he
trudged through ----> the infernal gates of my Hell
with no memory of this place; he left his face
in my pink little pots while demonic gnomes
made of cathedral glass and ember stones
s p l i t my breast [plates],
and broke my back,
and splintered my bones;
 
in my home, I dug up our little black pills under the hill
soiling my hand while Jesus created a garden    p
of black picket fences where he strung me     u,
impaling ~ my rectum to throat ~
while the Devil's goat bled the carnivorous
of my mother's lust milk
 
as it fell upon Jesus' wounded mouth ~ I sprouted wings
and thereafter,
breast fed one of 16 vestal virgin banshees
who were leaving for the coast


 
 
screaming