["paper walls" by purplemonkeysexgod69 © 2013]

I touched your mouth 
at the western end
of the library

we had been 
walking secrets 
walking past
each other
in crowded hallways
full of 
empty promises
walking into classrooms
full of 
talking heads
talking past
talking through us

paper walls

I felt your lips
without lipstick
without hesitation
without provocation

in between books

burning to be read
we were

there
all alone
tasting secrets
with our tongues

["paper walls" by purplemonkeysexgod69 © 2013]

paper walls

"Floral shit mops degrade burning steak meat murder lust upon piss slants guts death. (I think not)" - jegibbs (tumblr)

pronounciate

["Angry poetry attempt" by soul-in-division and voiced by purplemonkeysexgod69 © 2013]

Did that feel good?
You took all of the pie
except for one lousy little sliver.
Greedy bastard son of a jackal-faced banshee
who coupled with a beef-witted trust-fund brat.
He paid her fee and kept funneling
and there you sit, eating my pie -
a collective my -
collected pie -
a dessert unjust or
a meal incomplete
for now you reach for my scotch.
I will rip your arm off.

["Angry poetry attempt" by soul-in-division and voiced by purplemonkeysexgod69 © 2013]

Angry poetry attempt by soul-in-division

"Souls of Cyborgs" by etherlighter

["nonsense lit" by purplemonkeysexgod69 © 2013]

I am riding sidesaddle
on the backs of rhomboid
elephant telepaths

whispering my fate 
through Quranic verses
and Byzantine slurs

rockets fuel my hatred
of poetic masturbation
masquerading as emotive
locomotive steam punks

I douse myself in desert
Krackens hoping to find
jargon in chests buried
with the mummified remains
of rhetorician burritos

bacon my Erymanthian 
boredom as I consequence
my code of deoxyribonucleic
base ten squared pies

hail to the black kings
of Atlantis ignored by
the yellow taxi cabs
of New York prejudice

I may be one orange
short of strawberry lemonade
but my icing is salty
like your moist muffin

cameltoe

["nonsense lit" by purplemonkeysexgod69 © 2013]

nonsense lit

["Pie" by soul-in-division voiced by purplemonkeysexgod69]

And when you stopped loving me
it was a relief.
I could step down from the pedestal,
the one you had built beneath my stacked heels.
Walking on earth felt electric,
connecting with energy from past eras.
People I hadn’t met remembered me
from somewhere. 
You let me go.
I felt naked in a public space, but
I liked it. 
Provocatively sliding by windows
that were opened again,
stealing freshly baked pies cooling on the sill,
I ate the filling with my fingers
and licked them clean while I remembered you.

["Pie" by soul-in-division voiced by purplemonkeysexgod69]

"Pie" by soul-in-division

["eucharist" by purplemonkeysexgod69 © 2014]

this is our communion
your lips on mine

our water to wine

canons firing on sacred laws
feed my meat to lion’s jaws

cut my teeth on Virgin’s lobes
bleed my blood on bishop’s robes

nine inch heels for crucifixion

I scream your name in benediction


["eucharist" by purplemonkeysexgod69 © 2014]

eucharist

["deus ex simia" by purplemonkeysexgod69 © 2018]

temporal distractions– these convulsions
we mistake for conversation. a language
of hands in the darkness. speaking in
tongues: the shadows of puppets,
masters of strings, instruments that pull
against the gravity, the death that draws
us dearly; charcoal renderings on gas
station receipts. a tax on your
consumption; your disease of wander.
your lust for covered distances, the
running of kessels. bear me like a soul
bomb in your buddha, the tick-tick-tikka
masala in your hut of jabba, its thicket
roof, its walls depicting four dimensional
quantum anomalies. an understanding
between us borne of our shared mythos.
take the pebble from my severed hand,
jedi.

["deus ex simia" by purplemonkeysexgod69 © 2018]

deus ex simia

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