Radical Lament

Radical Lament

On Self-pitying Madness

"Don't you stare me down," she cries
A fistful of pennies
"Stop looking at me!"
dripping from her hand
"I can see right through you!"
plink plink plink on the floor
Four 0' clock in the morning
she weeps her head down
Night shadows own the room
the flickering candle between them
Pondering a puddle of pennies
her resolve slipping away
Her face in the mirror laughs


On Incipient Rage

Between the spokes of his machine
A gun pushed down his pants
Calloused fingers push caress cloth on steel
barrel tight a crack of ass
chromed steel bated awe
Palm sweat itch strokes his piece
This motor room florescent
will quite ignore the dawn
though chill winds creep the glass
He hears her against the wall
Pistol leaps into his hand
barks a hole into her forehead
which photograph tickles the breeze


On Pregnant Paws

Her audience awaits
Eyes swimming fever
she giggles and swears
No one understands her
tongue swollen fat
Lizard lying in her mouth
spitting venom epithet
translucent waves of pain
Hamster writhes in the jaws of the cat
Man music swallows her screams
body arches primal
A splash of blood between her legs
She holds it down the toilet drown


On Implicit Revenge

"Please help me," she implores
holds him kisses his spider
"Don' you worry sweetie"
He pats her head
buries the length of himself in her mouth
"Lemme hold dem tits"
"Nice finish" he squeezes her
as she wipes off his tattoo
He hands her two pennies
"Dem's for his eyes"
and a tiny white envelope
"Dat's for his fit
Don' you forget"


On Priorities/Desire

A hungry growl of devils
roars his machine
Leather steel flesh and blood
muscles jump as he twists the throttle
drops the clutch and rides
Mad in his hunger
anticipation of lust
"She better score" he grins
rides the white line between cages
full of citizens
white whores and their brats
Cross town traffic
he's feelin' phat and mean


On Danger/Preparation


She watches him back into the curb
closes her eyes startled jumps
when he kicks in the door
She steps back but he is quick
cups a hand between her legs
"You ready for Daddy" he asks
She pulls up her loose dress bends over
He slaps her bare ass
"Hold on hot stuff! Where's my fix?"
She points toward the table
damning her trembling fingers
He drags the envelope off the edge
Two pennies fall to the floor


On Illegal Entry


She grips the bed rail
listens to familiar sounds
the snap of rubber on flesh
plumping the vein
tin metal spoon lighter flick
thin sigh rubber on glass
click click fingernail bubble
A step she looks back between her legs
Needle held high
"Got somethin' for ya"
Terrified she watches the needle
He thrusts himself against her
enters her roughly


On Insatiate Device

Between groans he speaks
"I'm gon' uh.. uh.. shoot 'fore I shoot"
"Grab my balls baby grab my balls"
She reaches between her legs
Finger and thumb circle the base his thrust
Three fingers left she squeezes
He gasps as he slips the needle in
His hands crawl up her back
close around her throat
She feels his surge of orgasm
His fingers tighten snap snap
Some thing wrong her hands claw the air
Darkness she just slips away


On Parallel Existence

Sun slips between the edges
These slice shaft of light
fall upon startled face of death
and twinkle the mirror
a space in disarray
some litter of pennies and bodies
The eyes of a dust dragon
witnessing instant blink
return to dust form at once
Death is betrayed by movement
thump thump leather boot
She crawls out flops him up
face first in the process


On First Wrongs and Last Rites

Disbelief on his face
blank horror wide open eyes
Her body begins to shudder
teeth chattering aching grinding
Uh...uh..uh. gorge fills her mouth
She draws it back through her nose
crawls away swallowing sobbing
His issue runs down her legs
as she stands wobbling
hands splayed at odd angles
They flutter like birds
With puppet movements are two pennies
plinked onto his eyes


On Medicine Men and Damsels

The spider man's hands
rough but gentle cleansing
water vapor steam swirling
his voice a deep monster... protector
"You clean up real nice girl
Don' you worry 'bout a thing
My people clean your crib
bring your things over here
My man downtown
he pick up that trash on the floor
Too bad all dem down junky O. D.'s
He holds the bag of waters high
She feels warm down there... sighs


On Poets and Madmen

"See... I'm a poet
That's the deal with the pennies
There are stories myths
about penny poets
That's the trouble
No one ever sees poets as having worth
so I'm a warrior but a poet first
These golden are for you"
He sprinkles golden pennies on her flesh
then covers her with kisses
They are white and black in the afternoon
One begins the other ends
Bad pennies American Rune