lustful matrimony

my tongue longs to click
in my mouth
pushing on the roof
of my mouth
thrusting itself
between my lips
drowning in spit
producing sounds
that
somehow convey emotion
sounds that reach your ears
boil your brain juice
and find a cozy little spot in your heart

for unlawful carnal knowledge

frick, freak, fudge!
underrated, overanalyzed usage.
centuries of verbal disobedience.
kingly disrespect; off with your head!
the guillotine will be your deathbed.
hell's curses rain upon you!
earful, mouthful, splitting
wide open the chasms of
hades, fiendish harpies haggling
occupied forces on the front
lines, cancer sticks, submachines
enforcing imperial dominance.
wankstas, thugs, ballas, housewives
orphans, toddlers toying with
raucous tongue thrusts, clicks
little boy watch your mouth!
dictator, you cannot censor my vulgarity
(that's how I feel to be honest)

sp in east la, ese

Congress
spineless wench
you are!
all in favor
war overseas
"yea"
sit at home.
mansion by lake.
sip-ping on
gin and juice.
laugh, hold
overgrown belly.
years of eating
young men's lives.
poor whites,
blacks,
Mexicans,
anyone you can
get your hands
on that isn't
Little Jimmy,
last in his
class at Yale.
daddy bought
the whole east
campus out.
young men
devoured by
industrial
military
complex.
our economy runs
on war spending
don't it?
hah.
look again.
$4 a gallon.
$59.99 for prom
shoes.
I can't even
afford a cheese-
burger.
much less stand
the look of
slaughtered cow
on a bun.
but you're happy.
meals for you
phat paid.
old men
I will
sell your souls
to this be-
loved
industrial
military
complex
explode your
limbs in
the desert
and claim it
was manifest destiny.

Platinum Protection

"Excuse me, miss?" The girl in black kept walking.
"Excuse me!" She turned around to find a woman with red hair smiling at her. The girl narrowed her eyes and faked a smile.
"Can I use your cell phone? I lost my daughter in the mall, and I left my own phone in the car" she said. The girl hesitated; it wasn't the first time she'd let a stranger use her phone. She didn't mind really, and she was ready to run and beat down anyone who tried to make off with her phone. She handed the pink phone over to the woman.
"Natalie! I..." the woman started. The girl zoned out, looking around, then snapped back into focus in case the woman wanted to run off. The woman finally hung up and handed the phone back. Almost as soon as the woman hung up, the girl's brother approached her.
"What was that all about? Why are you letting people use your phone? What if it was a government agent calling the base to say they found you? You should've said your minutes were out!" The girl, whose name was Emmeline, rolled her eyes and laughed it off.
"You and your conspiracies."
"It's not a conspiracy! Do you remember when that lady came into our house at ten at night trying to sell us protection?" Emmeline's mind wandered off, and when they circled the store to go back to their desired exit, she saw the woman with red hair again. She was walking in the opposite direction she had previously walked, and she was alone. There was no daughter in sight. Emmeline felt uneasy about this, but brushed it off.

Emmeline lay in bed, slowly drifting off to sleep, her eyelids heavy from fatigue. That's when she heard an unfamiliar voice. She jerked awake, senses alert, ears perked up.
"You never know when something is going to happen."
"Our neighbor was robbed not too long ago.."
"You don't want that to happen, do you?" Emmeline rose up from her bed and descended down the stairs. A young blond woman sat at her dining table with her mother. The woman smiled at her, her eyes cold and austere behind her glasses. Emmeline stared blankly and proceeded into the bathroom. She tried to listen to their conversation as she brushed her teeth, but drowsiness got the best of her.
"Yeah, I'm over here on..." The woman recited Emmeline's address with ease and no pauses. Suspicion slithered into her heart. It sounded like the woman had been keeping a tab on her house for a while...

"They're not well equipped to defend their home, let alone their lives" the blond woman told her boss. Her name was Elizabeth.
"How has Pankhurst survived thus far? She's just a school girl for god's sake! We should have taken her out years ago, before her ideas got out of hand and into people's brains!"
"I sent three female operatives and one male to keep an eye on her. She thinks they're threatening her over the male operative. I have them blowing up her phone with text messages, phone calls, threatening voice mails."
"How has she responded to them?"
"She's ignored them, for the most part. "
"Give it a week; we'll have her dead by then."
"You think we'll get her this time?"
"How could we not? We threatened her family, her life."
"She's insane, you realize this right?"
"And you sent even more insane operatives after her!"
"But she's dangerous."
"As are they." Elizabeth was silent. If Emmeline had gotten away so many times before, what was to guarantee she wouldn't this time? Lady Luck was on her side, even when it was disguised as a man.

phalse proletariat prophet

out of hand delusions of grandeur
haunt my already distraught mind
like Bona-man under British child's bed.
oral fixation, stumbling tongue.
cross of silver oration.
a phalse proletariat prophet.

claiming the bourge will devour us all.
eat our life's savings on their silver platters.
buy their way into universities.
eventually buy office for a nickel and a vote.
rally to the call of:
we must rise up in arms
excrete on the platters of the bourge.

wetness that builds up in crotch.
trickling down pale thigh.
prospect of privileged overthrow
an orgasm to ovulation station.
flooding canals of crevices of body and brain.
influx of dopamine that explains
fanatical overthrow of bourge regime.

but it's locked inside my brain
and no one can see.
the foundations I seek
to crumble face destruction only in a
phalse proletariat prophet's perturbed dream.