Tuesday, September 27, 2005

Emnity

“You’re a very hostile young man.”

From the womb,

Shit

Hit it,


Hot, Breath, Tease, Indulgent, Joke, Culpable, Promiscuous, Profligate, Deceit, Selfish, Lonely, Tangled, Sex, Yearning, Moaning, Touching, Penetrating, Crying, Screaming, Tragedy, Pregnancy, Surrender, Captivity, Bound, Torment, Frivolous, Flippant, Magnitude, Sever, Nuptials, Perception,


Well-dressed friends shoulder the empty coffin.
Sheik females painting dead faces with painted smiles.

Overjoyed caretaker escorts a pregnant witches womb down into the hole
Undug graves demarcated on either side of a cloaked clergyman.

Scene: Midnight in a graveyard, a most peculiar setting for a wedding, candles flicker, smoke curls into a cloudy, moonlight sky.

Graveyard Nuptials

A sweaty, stinking, screaming supermodel bleeds on her wedding dress at the feet of a heavenly-minded soothsayer while birthing a slimy infant gravedigger. With divine duty and fiendish fury, the mischievous newborn rolls into the dirt, crawls to a shovel, and unearths graves full of masochistic wedding accessories before slicing his umbilical cord. The scission sends beauty cascading out of mother’s navel. Muddied maroon blood splatters out of her bruised vagina and seeps into her white woven wedding rag. Growing out of her pelvis a liquefied blood blob slithers round her breasts, up her neck, across her veil, staining it jet black. Her veil disintegrates, her face decays, her vainglorious volition revealed! Her ecstatic smile emanates all her narcissistic love as she gazes into the groom’s stunned blue eyes. Shocked, staggering backwards he awaits the resurrection of his fantastic reality. His hideously unveiled bride draws near; yearning, craving sexual satisfaction she seductively moans for the kiss of love. Lurching back, he stumbles over the bastard gravedigger, landing six feet under he laughs in denial, “Life’s a graveyard, dig it.”







Written fall 2003

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