Daddy Issues

With thanks to Laura Frank

Decadence is the dance that is done on the tongue

yes, it’s been done a thousand times

sweetness burns

painting golden circles

ivory soft, falls like feathers

eyes open wide, bulging beautiful

breathe in a honey scented second

now do it again.

Her father likes scorched sugar

and god help her hate her father.

Diatonic Harmony of Hell Yes

In real life I’m a sworn suck off

easy as a runny yolk rushing to

flood your pores in my goo.

A golden, baby I mean it slime

lives inside the crumbs of you.

Your charged veins turn blue and explosive

the way your mama meant them to be.

I don’t have words for you

not the ones I was taught along with

cat, ball and bat

not even the ones I learned for times like this

like resplendent or holy f*cking shit

just the words of a wise man with

a distortion pedal

Pick up the little bugger

strum a few chords

tell him I know his mother

tell him she’s playing with the gods.