Realisateur
Zulu priestess of the square up
motherfucker;
Welcome!
Armed to the teeth,
shish kabob-ing urinary tract infections
cum
the filthiest of wise.
Huff that puppy milk.
My Calvins are all anyone allows now.
Prancing yellow lilies the likes, of
my teat on the vomit bag of
incognito allies in fashy 'dos.
Imbibe the prison
sentence away
Sir I say your face screams hunger for a
wallop.
It's the nitrates in your food that reek of desperation.
It's the social construct of free speech allowed to you and you only.
I'd like to tie your mustache to a woodchipper during busy season.
I'd like to know your genital horoscope to blackmail the gods.
I'd like to walk a free man over the rusted bed of nails which is your
argot.
Investing in probiotics and
the free ferment of cellophane smuggling.
Investing in world peace
vis-a-vis a pestilence so pharaoh the basement floods at will.
Investing in a .22 aimed at
and of shit speak.
Sir I say technologies taunt your pseudo
existence in a screen cracked by slave labor.
It's the blood in the pudding we savor.
It's the ample glass guillotines more masochistic than hand held stone
age advancements.
An entourage of lollipop men are
quite cute, for the drunken.
An entourage worth their weight
in cold cash can rival a down pillow.
An entourage equitable to
erectile dysfunction in the face of an oedipal denier.
Ritual, dare the asshole tantalize
my free speech?
Ritual, my enemy knows the
obsidian I glint and gleam over piss water trough trophies.
Ritual, the war doesn't allow my
refusal.
My Liquor Store
My liquor store is fascist for me.
My liquor store lays waste protean gander.
My liquor store pin-cushion tongue fucks
my curls from sleep.
My liquor store swallows bricks.
My liquor store prefers mannequins
boneless.
My liquor store is a lurid threnody which
does trickle and trample the ghetto thorough.
My liquor store sprouts carrion idolatry
and the like.
My liquor store is a canine who trips over
their hind legs in anticipation of shit.
My liquor store bellows the anagram of
Satanical conjecture in front of ye.
My liquor store is gaseous isopropyl.
My liquor store says flesh haunts this
vision.
My liquor store spits for luck, a long
phlegmatic oeuvre doused in kerosene.
My liquor store does tickle this tramp.
Ode To Ortolan
As food for thought, I dissipate,
Each meal/
Each fuck/
Each curse/
Shall be my last.
And if questioned for what shall be,
The last of tastes to test this tongue,
No other holds the weight of one.
Ortolan! Ortolan!
Oh outlawed Satan’s son.
Careen cross each dead sea
Which lights the hopes of fallen promise
Tonight we shriek in permanence
As if our yelps could cauterize
that which bleeds eternal
drought by wanton powerlessness.
There lies the heaps of fleshen war strewn
scars
Internal claw marks scoff the self
Tis time to add to mounting scabs
With venal mainstay to tow the line.
Yet,
let a criminal shrink to show
This masochistic dance to dull
And vociferate the filth of family.
I harken down the soiled sheets and blow.
Aha—dare your lassos trepidate
This pell-mell life strewn crimson hate
A laugh as incognito as your mate.
But still
I often ruminate
the worth of windows framing silhouetted
men
Too small to castrate.
This is a joke as always is,
Come now let us let them in
They trounce the archways silly still
Till breaking backs are but a thrill
And weapons lose their weight in gold
As brunching buffoons strain opal sin
My woman’s stench has but a hold
Over the pudding with blood strewn in.
II
Cain crushed tomatoes with his clean feet
To saunter solipsistic; crowned the fool
Alas the brethren are but sheep
To men who crave the hellish heat.
With veins scar tissued to a T
Brother of man trouncing ghettoed streets
of cheap snacks
And specials smothered betwixt sandwiches,
They know not of the heathen heat,
They know not of the vitamins nightly I
pee.
My vacuity of a bowel knows no keyholehole
worth peeping,
Nor man cares to tantalize this sphinct,
I can't tell if it's burning which
afflicts the flesh or
A numbing nomenclature of subsidized
light.
Lee Levinson is looking for an enemy. He tweets @schlock_jaw.
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