Rex rgis Ir

the mad king Ir
mad i say, as fleas
in the cochlea, stares
disturbed at the toy he once
played, as a golden boy

fingers map its pitted
surface, barnacle rough
mountain ranges, turns it

what the fuck he says in quatrain
four times over, cycling soft tissue
membrane, times square ticker
tape digital red glow scape

worn aged postage handed over
to postal workers, barbed
wire stripped fingered post hole
diggers string prose post
edit earning obscure
Grecian names on the deathbeds
of ten female offspring

red rum, Merlot

between hell and breakfast
nestles a sweet spot, write
anyways, cackles the mad king Ir
releasing the toy, rolling, throne
to corner chamber pot,
a lone sun beam highlights
sigils of his fingerprints
along its skin.

dipping his pen in open
sores, he begins...

10DOM

10DOM-ROM: Chapter 4 - En Plein Air

~4~

In the beginning, we nestle

BIG BANG

& the distance between us is
measured in eons, ever in-
creasing---

sun
son
springs
into existence

en plein air
in sane heir

in the jungle, the mighty jungle
the lion...the lying...sleeps tonight

Chapter 4 - for 10DOM's River.

10DOM-ROM: Chapter 3 - Fucking Origami

~3~

room sits & spins, awake again
down the bed i see, four feet in
front of me, two mine, two...God,
peaking from beneath the sheet &
though she feigns sleep, i know

she She sees, it's her reality, space
time folded, fucking origami, the
beginning & ending & she found
the end of me---

did she say we had a kid?

unspooling once more, chaotic
tangled skein & already i feel her
fingers reweaving me, laughing
at revelation, creating new heavens

damn, my nose still hurts...

dropped stitch, unwinding, i think
eye Am gggoinnnggg crazee, what
is slap hap-pen-ing 2 mE?

Yeah if you haven't figured it out yet, this is for the River over at 10DOM.

10DOM - ROM: Chapter 2 - Reluctant Titans

~2 ~

mother dearest named me
Ozymandias, but i go by Oz
though, cavorting with wizards 
& flying monkeys but never
found the yellow brick road

until i met God in a cafeteria
where you choose among
infinite flavors, but they
serve only tongue wafers
and wipe the lip of the cup
after each sip & chose her
as much as she chose me

reluctant titans, we wrestled
the breadth of heavens, each blow
a knife thrust deep, cleaving
fields, planting wormwood seed,
etching love in nail tracks on
taut canvas backs, cat o nine,
tails and tongues, until end of
days come.

"do you ever still think of me?"

"only on days when i breathe."

"we have a son."

This is Chapter 2 in the River of memnosyne challenge at 10DOM

10DOM-ROM: Chapter One - Deep Sleep, Deep Space, Deep Shit

~ 1 ~

God was a cigarette i smoked to
the filter, then whipped out my pistol
and killed her. her corpse lips stiffened
in a knowing smile, like i'd be back
when the shit got deep enough, but
space wasn't big enough for the two
of us.

my trust in others is a french kiss
from an Amsterdam whore, there for
the moment, gone in the morning, leaving
you with an itch you'll be scratching
until you get penicillin.

i sit alone in the blue neon haze
kicking back nature's private stock,
sleep walking through short attention
span conversations with the bartender,
as my nose numbs with each bend of
the elbow.

"hey Oz, how you been," she says,
her legs whisper as she slides onto
the neighboring stool, sending men
running like pool balls at the break,
leaving the place empty.

"hey God, how'd you find me,"our
running joke, but she's not laughing.

Ok, so maybe this is the first chapter of the River of Memnemosyne challenge over at 10DOM.

10DOM-ROM: Chapter Zero - Shit Beaten Hero

~ 0 ~

yesterdays news caroms down
broken sidewalk paths in the arms
of a neck breaking breeze drive-
by snatching at my shoes as i plod
toward the moon skipping wishes
like bare naked trees falling in
tense woods with no one around &
i think of her in the moment i trip,
slip and hamburger my nose with
concrete kiss, huff, spit red rivers,
running into cracks. yeah life---
that's where it's at---shit

This is the first chapter of the River of Mnemosyne challenge over at 10DOM.

10DOM: Last Night

When are we going to get there?

Well the map says...

Dude your map says we're fucked. We been driving around looking for this place for hours. My man is getting married in the morning and this is the shittiest bachelor party ever

The guy at work said...

Fuck him, let's find a place and get fucking drunk, maybe even laid if the chicks out here ain't too ugly.

A few beers will fix that.

I don't know guys, jenny might not...

Shut the hell up. Tomorrow she can tell you what to do, tonight is the last night of your life. Last chance to...

Hey, I see a place up here on the right...

Well alright, looks like we are in business boys.

She watches the last few chaotic moments in the car, before they arrived at the bar, as she writhes on top of him. Their words flow together laced with the excitement and trepidation and she runs her tongue across her lips savoring every drop. Fingernails tear lines in his chest through his shirt, as his hardness grinds into her. He does not touch her though. He is not allowed to touch.

Eyes closed he moans and she savors the moment he looked back before disappearing through the door into the smoke filled bar, as if he knew something was not right about the place. Bass and bright lights, the promise of fantasies fulfilled and the rough hands of his friends pull him in though, as the door slowly closed.

Pressing into him, his future bride crosses his mind with a gasp. She grabs it and unspools the night he asked her to marry him. How sweet to see him on his knees, cold concrete biting, heart beating its way out his chest until she says yes. He is still nervous, tomorrow is the big day and he wants it to be perfect. He is worried she might find out about tonight, the last night with the boys. He has never been with another, much less had a lap dance.

Sliding off him she lowers to tease him in mock fellatio, extending his painful pleasure. He is shaking, his memories swirl in colorful mist before her minds eye as she takes more and more. Hopes and dreams float like confetti as he lets loose and screams in Ecstasy, thrusting, quivering,  releasing everything he tried to hold back.

She allows him a minute, an eternity in his mind as she bows between his legs. Long hair drapes her face, she peeks between tresses with doe eyes, his breath catches in his chest. Slithering up his body she stops lips to lips, only separated by centimeters. Their eyes lock and she knows she has stolen what he can never get back.

"Hey lover," she is playful in the tender afterglow.

"Hey," he stammers.

Tracing a finger along his cheek, she pouts her lips, "Want some more?"

His words are unintelligible thoughts conjured behind empty eyes. Nuzzling his neck, he shivers against her, never feeling her teeth tear his throat in final consummation.

10DOM: The Map Says We're Fucked
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