rude and smutty with the gods …

rude and smutty with the gods …

NECROMANTICA: a sonnet sequence

Some of us wear out, some rust. Devilkin,
dead love, what happened to you? I’ve passed through

gateways, played with a girl in a seal-skin,
slept with a wood sprite called Puck; I’ll tell you

why they call him Robin Goodfellow. But
you seem to have some unresolved business.

Like me. The first time that I was called slut
I burned the world down, in my head. Eros

does not protect those he touches; and, ghost,
we all need protection. If you kiss me

will you shatter in a shower of coals?
Or will you, like me, want more? It’s almost

dawn, do not leave. I’m alive and hungry.
Let us both resolve what’s damning our souls.

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Freedom is not for the living, obsessed
with their soul’s salvation. The dead are, too,

but with their lost sex lives. You can be blessed
all you like, yet how bizarre the breakthrough

when the recently deceased realize
it was about being rude and smutty

with the gods through orgasm. All those lies
about how it’ll make you go blind, only

the hell-bound would say that. Orgasm
comes to you without need for a payment

or a promise. But why am I telling
you? You, who claims to know about freedom,

must know what it’s like to be pregnant
with mad need, praying to be touched, praying.

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Grace flits by, a moment of bliss, then dumb
logic closes in. I drink and drink and …

I am a child of clay. Come, mold me. Numb
me. Tell me of salvation and dreamland.

Necromantica, indeed. Sparrows
fight near my window, then die, undaunted.

Each night a dead girl sucks on my ribs, flows
through me, the closest she’ll get to warm blood.

There are rational gods and there are mad ones.
I want neither. Just bliss. My stigmata

diaboli hurts. A kiss; now the air
withers around me. I have fucked legions,

sweated grace. I’ll save you from your dogma.
Come with me, cum with me, and rise like prayer.

untended

Somewhere within your untended hedgerow,
somewhere tufted and leafy, sleeps curled up

a small hibiscus demon, all aglow
with need, like a drunk on rot-gut julep.

Aren’t we like demons; our souls are stingy
with love but underneath we weep for not

being touched, kissed, possessed. Celibacy
is a myth, darling. I know what you thought

that you could live – or at least love – alone.
I shall part your hedge like Moses, go down

into your bower, find that plum-blossom
brute, kiss it awake, watch it gasp and groan,

watch it purr; soothe your pain, smooth your frown.
Love shall make us a threesome.

that’s when I started my scandalous love affair with the fallen angel Batariel …

that’s when I started my scandalous love affair with the fallen angel Batariel …

sappho and the great god pan invent the sonnet …

sappho and the great god pan invent the sonnet …

Well Annie’s pretty neat, she always eats her meat
Joey comes on strong, bet your life he’s putting us on
Oh lordy, oh lordy, you know I need some loving
Oh move me, touch me

John, I’m only dancing
She turns me on, but I’m only dancing
She turns me on, but don’t get me wrong
I’m only dancing

Shadow love was quick and clean, life’s a well-thumbed machine
I saw you watching from the stairs, you’re everyone that ever cared
Oh lordy, oh lordy, you know I need some loving
Move me, touch me

John, I’m only dancing
She turns me on, but I’m only dancing
She turns me on, but don’t get me wrong
I’m only dancing

Dancing
Won’t someone dance with me?
Touch me,
Ohhh!

(via kittencurrency)

ArtistDavid Bowie
TitleJohn, I'm Only Dancing
AlbumBest of Bowie
Album Art

Here comes Johnny Yen again
With the liquor and drugs
And a flesh machine
He’s gonna do another strip tease

Hey man, where’d you get that lotion?
I’ve been hurting since I bought the gimmick
About something called love
Yeah, something called love
Well, that’s like hypnotising chickens

Well, I’m just a modern guy
Of course, I’ve had it in the ear before
‘Cause of a lust for life
‘Cause of a lust for life

I’m worth a million in prizes
With my torture film
Drive a G.T.O.
Wear a uniform
All on government loan

I’m worth a million in prizes
Yeah, I’m through with sleeping on the sidewalk
No more beating my brains
No more beating my brains
With the liquor and drugs
With the liquor and drugs

Well, I’m just a modern guy
Of course, I’ve had it in my ear before
‘Cause, of a lust for life (lust for life)
‘Cause of a lust for life (lust for life, oooo)
I’ve got a lust for life (oooh)
Got a lust for life (oooh)
Oh, a lust for life (oooh)
Oh, a lust for life (oooh)
A lust for life (oooh)
I got a lust for life (oooh)
Got a lust for life

Well, I’m just a modern guy
Of course, I’ve had it in my ear before
‘Cause I’ve a lust for life
‘Cause I’ve a lust for life.

Well, here comes Johnny Yen again
With the liquor and drugs
And a flesh machine
I know he’s gonna do another strip tease

Hey man, where’d ya get that lotion?
Your skin starts itching once you buy the gimmick
About something called love
Oh Love, love, love
Well, that’s like hypnotising chickens.

Well, I’m just a modern guy
Of course, I’ve had it in the ear before
And I’ve a lust for life (lust for life)
‘Cause I’ve a lust for life (lust for life)
Got a lust for life
Yeah, a lust for life
I got a lust for life

ArtistIggy Pop
TitleLust For Life

I’ve been caught stealing;
once when I was 5…
I enjoy stealing.
It’s just as simple as that.
Well, it’s just a simple fact.
When I want something,
I don’t want to pay for it.

I walk right through the door.
Walk right through the door.
Hey all right! If I get by, it’s mine.
Mine all mine!

My girl, she’s one too.
She’ll go and get her a skirt.
Stick it under her shirt.
She grabbed a razor for me.
And she did it just like that.
When she wants something,
She don’t want to pay for it.

She walk right through the door.
Walk right through the door.
Hey all right! If I get by, it’s mine.
Mine all mine!

We sat around the pile.
We sat and laughed.
We sat and laughed and
Waved it into the air!
And we did it just like that.
When we want something,
We don’t want to pay for it.

We walk right through the door.
Walk right through the door.
Hey, all right! If I get by, it’s mine,
Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine…

(via braveheartswhisper)

ArtistJane's Addiction
TitleBeen Caught Stealing
AlbumRitual De Lo Habitual

grace’s skin

“In this first testing ground of the atomic bomb I have seen the most terrible and frightening desolation in four years of war. It makes a blitzed Pacific island seem like an Eden. The damage is far greater than any photograph can show.”
—Wilfred Burchett

6th PRAYER:

Coming home in Lilith’s arms must I mount
the sand storm and shamble on toward ancient

Djenne-Djenno; together our names count
very little. What you call pussy, cunt,

bitch, I call mother, niece, aunt. I won’t be
the one who burns your vile house down. You’ll do

that; you’ll raise your own hand, for my story
is of a goddess who said no and who

met a priest wearing authority, cast
out First Wife, First Lover. If you must know

me then enter me like proverbs, grace’s
skin. All those words of yours, like a bomb blast,

simply damns you. Call me a Skank. Tease. Ho.
I am proud to be the child of Bitches.

one great truth

“The vastness of the desert frightened her. Everything looked too far away, even the cloudless sky. There was nowhere you could hide in such emptiness.”
— James Carlos Blake

2nd PRAYER:

To talk of Her is to talk of Eden,
a new religion barely two thousand

years old. The girl chased footprints while the sun
made tracks in the caravan path glisten

leading to one more heat mirage and what
do they make of that in Djenne-Djenno

voices on the wind where no one sleeps but
the girl herself and what did the pharaoh

know of the wide divine that you yourself
did not save that there is no one great truth

that all paths lead to a dried up water
hole. When I count bleached bones I count myself.

You pray to an old man, I pray to youth,
to a girl, I pray to the First Lover.