mysticalpornography

Sandra Simonds

Mystical Pornography and the Lesbian Birds

A)

being your strychnine horizon Madame Negativo hell’s bells a Lucifer tooth
all the arsenic of winter in a salt shaker
Old Yeller in a ribcage
rabid as ice burn the salt tossed over left shoulder
fainting the flesh faints in harpsichord mirrors against a stone Victorian pathway
You must proper her finger rings all index terrorist chatter all purr your kitty cat in fox fur
hot pink wearer orgasm-toned skin tone on the dial “please this and that”
on your blood wolf’s ripped paw her snare snout but
you’re so curious you
to yoke these interiors: a cinema, a criminal, an almond, her doubles
in Goddard’s eyeball or

1. Lowww-leeeee-tahhhh in bikini of confectioner’s sugar
2. a contestant with six black rings on her face

caught in the act of “her Adriatic scarves are long pillars of blondes parted and parted” underneath “please, this and that” is a telephone booth of stale snow

being your she the wishy-washy words of a church reverend who was her father
who was her father?
an icefall of tungsten a combustible a hester pryne mouth of puss
yoo-hoo yonder yodeler the mountains are south
of here and
pick a number between one and seven says she’s a glorified misnomer
really a deaf-mute who cut open her stitches with a pair of left handed scissors
on the Phonograph Table

B)

Listen up, Buttercup: two men fell fast forward.
One from a bicycle
and one from the handlebars of No Home.
I was between them.
No more precious sexed than the oyster’s pearl.
Contorting my aorta and the other shoots like Shiva’s fan of blue arms

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