lunes, 3 de agosto de 2009









queer mr. skunk:









pleasepleaseplease








lift your tail








to me







you smell just dandy

sábado, 6 de junio de 2009

our days have grown
















like beards



.
.





like birds




.





like breasts
.





















you eat me






( but i don't feel swallowed )















you haunt me






( but i am not frightened )












i am not








i am not








i do not







shiver out of fear






anymore












but quiver when stirred




.







* baker love *



. .




you hold me like a cupcake


.



~ sugar fetish ~



















feline brother

sing to me again










turn my girly hair

.

..


into blossom ivy


lunes, 4 de mayo de 2009

= - = - = - = - = - = - = - = - = - =






hope chest






= - = - = - = - = - = - = - = - = - =












f - u - c - k
















i think







i might





bee










falling in fall



















b - u - t
















even though




sleeves are








all over the floor









it's not clearly a season












y-e-t





















you







skin







me




















~ tangerine peel ~




















a fruit box






my struggle

martes, 24 de marzo de 2009

i've effaced myself






with hot wax






shaved my skin






to the bone















oh yes sir









all my fur is gone









for your hands and eyes only















but







my loins are naked







my freckles are cold
















now









i'll have to start wearing









my grandmother's pelt coats

miércoles, 11 de marzo de 2009

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*




shopping spree




*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*









let's forget about it



let's just let it go
















kiss the salesman










at the department store











ravish him











with your detouchable legs











and powerful lips of suction












over the linoleum floor


















then buy yourself







a flat screen TV







watch it







until you fall asleep

lunes, 9 de marzo de 2009

i'm gonna get myself











a new skin















a thicker one











a clever one
















oh i wanna get myself











a new skin
















one that is touched











one that is fucked
















oh oh so tenderly

viernes, 6 de marzo de 2009



-----------------------------------------



chick flick



-----------------------------------------













i open my mouth










and let death in



















my pussy is broken












and your finger-nails are not helping












at all






















my face is salty love




when are you coming home?























inspiration is all i've got













not one single orgasm













only a sticky crotch














inadecuate facial hair















it's unstoppable














i'm the porcupine girl














please














throw my skin to the fire

domingo, 22 de febrero de 2009

[ t e n d e r n e s s ]







B: ¿quieres estar conmigo?







A: no







B: ¿te sirvo otro trago?
me quieren






comer






comer






comer






comer










en eventos sociales

las extremidades me pesan










~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

nada como el pasto en casa

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


















i've tried and i've tried and i've tried and i've tried and i've tried and i've tried







but still












sadness grows on trees


like little rosey pigs

lunes, 16 de febrero de 2009

l i m p i a r la






( la la )








con pañitos húmedos
















~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ pero el olor ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~


















p e r s i s te

viernes, 30 de enero de 2009

i don't care






if you have tiny balls or buns of steel



if you like it rough or are tender as a chicken



if you have five or seven fingers



if you are flab or fab












all i know is this









somewhere in my mind

you exist






and you are bright and yellow like the little prince

and i'm red and hairy like the fox










not even brangelina can beat that



* not even close *
peluda zambullida














cemento chapuzón














película piscina














comezón alberca

miércoles, 28 de enero de 2009

¿ dónde depositar el cariño ?











¿ bajo qué cuenta corriente ?











¿ cheque o giro bancario ?












difícil es











escoger una institución de confianza












en este siglo de estafas












toda la vida












en relaciones al crédito












¿ boleta o factura ?












sin poder confiar












ni en mi propia carne












sólo george washington












sabe toda la verdad












nada más que












la verde verdad

domingo, 18 de enero de 2009

[ c o n v e r sación p a r a arma r ]







A: de niña siempre me decían que tenía lindas piernas








B: ¿ quién te lo decía ?








A: mi pediatra

sábado, 17 de enero de 2009

{ gretel' s epiphany }






we will all die covered


in our own hot chocolate








[ sugar powdered to death ]











( silly jilly )









there will be no tongues left

jueves, 15 de enero de 2009

was it you on the bus today ? was it you was it you ?





you were looking at me like you knew me









{ but i couldn't }












i write and i write and i write and i write and i write





but the moment came and went









i chickened out





i froze in









i just got a sneak peek








of your profile







and then








the back of your head








as you got off












a sneak preview / a coming attraction




of a never to be released film























++++++ shyness will be my doom ++++++
























crying over spilled milk







will only get your face







white and wet

sábado, 10 de enero de 2009

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
hurry hairy hurry !
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

viernes, 9 de enero de 2009

¿ amor a el chancho o a tu chicharrón ?




* the oil burns but does not seduce *










[ d e s p e r a t i o n s m e l l s ]





like



Ken - touching - my - Flying - Chicken










Oh, hot wings of desire !

sábado, 3 de enero de 2009

i could have met you




( even though )





i don't know you










maybe i could





have recognized your face








- do i know you from somewhere? -








and you could





have recognized mine








- and said h e l l o to me first 'cause i don't speak -









[ even though ]





somewhere over the screen





i've lost you












dear strangelove,










you bit me










missing every pixel of you


















{ there's no map }










all i know from you










is noodles and elvis