I saw something approach in a greygray myst 

                                                                                    and beside it        and beside it

I saw somethings more

somethings   coalescing
dark gatherers
                            somethings of mass  stature    plodding      assured

moving on  towards me


on towards where I fearfully hid on my belly bugeyed
unflinching
frightened to take my very eyes off them that they might suddenly appear before me and have me
before I could scream
 

I struggle keeping my breath stuffed in my mouth

strictured in my dry swollen throat

tears hang bitterly in my gaping eyes

                                                                                             

and over my black fear  I plead

I try to coax and evince the Wind Spirits to rise and twist this firmament free of the biting

brackish nails holding it riven  and stretched up out of the molting earth

                                       

They were deaf

They hid behind me

somewhere

also afraid to look away from this Approaching

these things growing 

Gigantic

in every passing moment   eking nearer

                                                                                                                             

On    on and on they stride

flensing the darkdullness from their very atoms 

freeing themselves

they walked unhurried towards where I lay holding my breath

holding a fist in my mouth  my other hand strapped across my face to smother or deny any involuntary mewl I might make

and Now they walk

trailing rafts and weaves of curling smoke tinged and smeared with red Time

Dysfunction  Destruction                                                                                                                              

gasping Fear 

 

threeNO!  there are four

four well developed gigantic human shapes

naked males

hung enormous

their cocks descending to within nearly two Hands or grasps above their knees  restless

turgid   aware

and alert 

                                                                      

and pressed  clasped  under their grim hands  their black rimmed nails  atop their shoulders

they clutched naked women

                                                epaulettes

their legs splayed  their quims shivering  spilling

slicksilver humour down their massive humanshaped chests and narrowed belly

I weep now

  

silently I wept those dammed bitter tears

silently grateful to those lost twisting women

who made noise enough struggled enough that these enormous forms were deaf to me

unconcerned of my hidden countenance

            

my Simpering cowardice

they pass

their  long  long  heavy  shadows  drag over me 

                                                                                

pulling at my hair  chaffing my skin red
 

                                                                                                         

I  did  not  move

I  did  nothing

to betray myself

                                   

nor betray the Winds

2357,  Sunday,  14  12. 14

sometimes  heza feeble cat

youd rap widim late nite an come Two hez

man ah need ma sleep  time fo sack

wed tease im  dont forgit yer prayers

hed say nah ah wont

hed squat a lil

now ah lay me down ta sleep

ah pray the lawd my soul to keep

if ah dies before ah wake

ahs dead

   an hed laugh dis nasty laugh

oh naw man  ah pray da lawd my soul tatake

ah aint give shit away mah whole life  why dah fuck ah wan dat cat take mah soul

ah dont

ah wanna be dead

an hold mah soul like a junkie squeeze hez last dime

   an den he give us dis wink

it aint a wink  hez squeeze hezseye but it don shut

jus squeeze dow

still lookin atcha

yo babe  dats how ahs sleep  eyezopen

he laugh agin an saunter off

man dat fuckin cat neer die

he act dead den when da grim reaper comes he whacks im  splits hez skull

yah or cut im wid hez razor 

cat wickd wid a razor   wiiickd

0233,  Moanday,  10  12. 12

she said lasciviously  

                                   her tongue tapping lapping and curling around her canines

"He’s so backed up all I have to do is mention panties and hed jizz in his jeans.” *

--   for Jesus  I added(jizzed in his jeans for Jesus)

                                                          

                                                                       he was one of those young goodlooking kids

one of those dazzling charms dangling

from the rearview mirror of really sweet ride they didnt own

Daddy did

one of those straitlaced standard-issued  White 

cleancut peerless fucks

who somehow made a misogynist God appealing to a straitlaced  White

cleancut peerless cunt

I scratched my head(some thought I ought to cut my throat)

I tried to imagine a Life in This World barking up an empty tree for The Next
that for as Long as she Lived  

                                              clutching to her attractiveness  

                                                                                                            a Life of getting down

in the Missionary position                                                                                       

                                         never to know the feverish exhausting gamut of tickling smut

strong runting

                      and wanting to come out the top of your head  but held fast 

only because your hips were too big and you got hung up on your skull

 

--   Yah girlie thats right

Hung up on your hips by your skull

A freaking partner in crime  writhing on top

taking whats yours in hand

by its root

submitting on your knees  

barking like a dog

taken from behind in a bright tiled shower  

spreadeagle across a cool midnight trunk of a car

leaving tarblack moist spots and Rorschachs on classroom chalkboards

glittered in red sand on a desert mesa

shifting staggering  in an oceans surf

lapped by ripples on a clear lake 

nibbled by fries at a sandbars edge in a trembling creek                                                                                         

the perfect partner in crime

 

or a maiden rendered maid

                               exhausted by children housekeeping   and blue(whos cutting whose throat)

0004,  Thursday,  11  12. 14

    Madison’s character spoke in American Horror Story: Coven *