Psalmz
2014-2015
Blue Powerade
Powerade-blue dusk
Dust and ashes of a boyish girl ghost
Commissioned winged aliens coming from the sky
Small like the sun in the universe
A dirty bike a dirty mind
Vomit splashes on the dead end road
King of the valley of slashed wrists
Queen of the ocean of the beasts
With burnt bones and a scalpel sceptre
Cathedral
Forlorn virgins wrapped in their dignity
Drinking young monarchs blood for breakfast
Mud crust veil for the blinded bride baby
A cathedral of cosmic depths
All the rotting onions all the curddled milk
Heavenward voyou from darkness arising
Dagmar
She has mellow warm breasts
A luscious teenager
Pale-eyed
Pacific-sized soul
Ornamented freak
Jewels of spine and crown of ribs
Combat boots and merletto pyjamas
In the fashion of a star
Flashing waves
I just love you
Intoxicated young blood
Shattered glass from broken whisky bottles
Rosy hue sun rising and peaks and mountains
Fetishist saviours
A feminist slave
Microwaved pop-corn
Cat licking his sore paw
Purple and yellow adidas armour
Sugarfree cherry syrup
Spray-painting halos above bandits heads
Dual Spirit Coronation
Igniting all with a breathe in the breeze
Lady spider smoking cigarillos across the hay fibres
Superstitious saints with snails instead of eyes
Tossing salt behind their back
Your Name is white but your soul’s black
Softly humming French gangsta rap
Lichens grows on my skin where your sight once burned me
Shaved savior sneering gorgeous and great
Saved slave fat lips charting shared cigarette
Deities dancing under big dark starry sky
Mess of a mass in watery pale moonlight
Bursting of life in the dead of the night
A Girl
Tongue curls
Stomach unfurls
Tilting my head backwards from the immense pleasures
Sacrificed deers for the birth of Lovers
Furious fairies vomiting in a whisky-filled trance
Giggling surly pines with foamy broken teeth
Galaxies melting from the top of the trees
Flesh-eating characters in crimson covered tees
Beasts and demons bawdily feeding from your breast
Fauns and elves with candles solemnly gathering
Almighty creatures delicately decaying
Scrapping amber liquids from the scars of the trunks
Hoping perhaps for a single second of rest
When the Protecthealer in peace arise from the Living
Graveyard Lullaby
Making friends with gravels and holy water
Clothes drying on the line between you and me
Shape of my God's eyes like warm epidermis
Where lizards rest just for a day
I stole a gun to kill myself
Swallowed moonlight instead
Swalllows
And all the wet kisses sounds
Helicopters
you're scalding hot and you're brave
an altar of slipery saliva
like an elk carcass covered in snow
cocaina haven
full moon chapel
knocked up like an old lady dog
whispering a mantra of erotic screams
and helicopters fly in the sky above me
slicing with their blades the last of my precious roses
like a ritual bukakke between the bullet and the flesh
it is soft it's scary and it runs deep in me
blowing the ashes from your eyelashes
pouring salt on the wounds and salt on the slugs
your name throbs in my throat like a bittersweet drug
your armpits smell like moss after rain
please tell me, would you buy me if I was for sale
Lost Sibling
Marshmallows wastelands
Where unborn children never die
White teddy bear with a purple backpack
Reading bedtime stories to a stuffed cat
Mother Spider will come to eat me in my dreams
And all the spawns and the stillborns
That should have become heroes or bastards
Will join hands in a circle
Around the Protecthealer
And blow bubbles with the blood
Of all the killer kin
And we'll make music in the sky
With the bones of parents
Those who died without a grave
Injecting medicine in the veins
Tell my Father that I love him
That He's hidden inside of me
That I'll bring him plastic flowers
And a piece of my womb
On the perfect day I'll come to Heaven
Moss will grow on idols' skin
Fire and wood to wash away the Earth
And perhaps my ship will sink
And maybe I'm not ready to die
But I know for sure that you dwell in my soul
And that I'll drink tea with you
At the Resurrection of the Flesh
Mid-July
Toothless black-eyed moth
Torn up fiery wings
Drinking tea from broken snail shell
Holy chalice of morning dew
I got your name tattooed on my thigh but I've never seen you
Softly humming French gangsta rap
Watermelon cold sodapop
Rancid dreams
Scratched swelling elbows
Half shaved eyebrows
Moist hairy armpits
Mellow salty sweat
Fat lips taste so sweet
Galaxies grow at the tip of my tongue
Intestines curl on melting ice cream
Minty tingling
Wearily wandering
Carved your name with my nail
On the old church's bench
Washing all the ashes and the gold
Hiding between the mouth and the smoke
Clenched fists home-made piercings
Infected marrow to the bone
Mid-July heavy atmosphere
Mummified baby roe deer
With broken jaws and holes instead of eyes
Fingers sticky from human juice
Cutting soft skin of the palm
Like a banner under the charring sun
To seal in blood the absolute act of love
Rosary
Softly crying dusk to dawn
Heavy droplets in her night gown
Throwing pine cones into the lake
Sucking the butt of my cigarette
Spider webs across the hay fibres
Counting the beads of her rosary
Slowly melting snowflakes
A rejoicing or a misery
Laments can be heard coming from the crate
Where her body once laid
Forgive me Lord for I have sinned
I may not be the brightest star
Filled with soft breeze and strong tea
Mysteries flowing through the wet debris
Nuclear war shallow remains of what once was history
My lips are black I guess I drank all the tar
Softly crying dusk to dawn
Heavy droplets in her night gown
Sucking the butt of my cigarette
Throwing pine cones into the lake
Forgive me Lord for I have sinned
I may not be the brightest star
My lips are black I drank all the tar
Filled with soft breeze and strong green tea
I watch all the animals drowning in the sea
Mysteries flowing through the wet debris
Shallow remains of what was history
Nuclear war cleansed humanity
A rejoicing or a misery
Counting the beads of her rosary
Spider webs across the hay fibres
Slowly melting snowflakes
Laments can be heard coming from the crate
Where her body once laid
Now broken in a rosy hue
Tight and shivering like a new born son
Skinny Tall
Once in a blue moon
Never awake before twelve noon
Hiding inside her cocoon
Skinny tall half-undressed
Nebulas collide between her breasts
Juice dripping from her dress
Wet and nineteen it's a hot June day
April May
Asleep angels mud crust veil
Crowned feathers lavender
Treasure hunter
Scalpel sceptre
Rain falls deep inside of her
Set my wings on fire
Purple ice cream
Charred dreams
Smell of steeping garlic cloves piercing my nostrils
Carved your name with my nails
On the old church's bench
Sticky Fingers
Holy chalice of morning dew
I got your name tattooed on my thigh but I've never seen you
Drinking tea from broken snail shell
Breaking free from your spell
Tearing the chains from my wrists
Punching future with clenched fists
Sticky fingers inside of thee
Shadows on the wall scare the fuck out of me
Sunken Oceans
Sunken oceans of milk and blood
Stumbled upon waves of pleasure
Dug the hole to my own grave
I guess I’m not old enough to die
Holy blasphemous ghosts
Eating candies in the hay
Strange creatures coming from my mouth
I found a corpse on the beach today
Burning candles and weed
Trinity
She's like tall curvy thin and her eyes
Are kinda like the pure ice you find in crevisses in glaciers
She's drinking cold beer
I'm watching her bury her body under a worn blanket
I'm pretty sure it's raining outside
But maybe my brain just projects a perfect idea of happiness
She's trying to get over her crush
I'm trying to get over her
Trying to get over her presence
She's like a relic from a ghost
I want to tattoo her
Three little dots
Under the left breast
Just like the Trinity
She is holy
Wet Matches
I'll make you a ring
With hazelnuts jewels
To match the colour of your eyes
I'll offer you nicotine rushes
Flowing in you like orgasms
I'll lay down with you on the grass
Melting universes with the tip of our tongues
Cause it matters not for a girl like me
If you're alive or used to be
I'm building my own mythology
With your thighs's wine I'm drowning in
I'll lit wet matches
With the fire you're holding in
In this big house that are your sins
Brutally everlasting gaze
Of virginal ones that died for you
Well endowed, big bad boy
Thousands of religious tattoos
Hiding behind your need of love
Don't you think that trees die too
That the oceans aren't always blue
That the princess once was a seed