I Am the Messiah-Babe Flame
I know I am in rehab – but from what? My mind
performs a love spell monologue; a vulgar curse &
no mercy; mere endless, pink murmuring.
My future is dead by proxy. Baby's grown
into a war zone! I am a mirage, an oasis –
I'll let u taste me & then watch u die.
I now go incognito everywhere; baby's monstrous
and sweet! Baby's in the corner, going mad! Mellow,
smiling, dead eyes & wet lips; I am the midnight doll.
I am the fatal blow of the post-Madonna heatwave;
girly belly filled with plums, venom, sour milk &
psychotic butterflies. Timeless, immortal:
my heavy stare out at the feral ocean, my fate –
a painless sunset, a ruin. In my hot mouth
breeds spitefully the heart of a sick daisy.
I’m too extraordinary for my own good. No breath,
just blood; I’ve been out of breath since the end
of summer. What if it happened... What if I
happened? What if I happened To You?! I’m dying
to live; I’m running uphill at dawn, panting loudly
and whispering to myself all Bible verses
mentioning 'angel' and 'woman'. I’m in labour
giving birth to endless desperation. Slept naked;
woke up naked. I’m a divorcee; I was the male
gaze's wife. Washed my car today; didn’t feel sexy.
I want to buy something made of glass; mysterious
like my body –a new object for a new obsession.
Yours So Truly, I Am the Girl Messiah
I am a Girl, sometimes regarded
as a highness, a treasure, Prey – I am
to many ultimately some incarnation
composed of multitudes of fantasies.
The first hour is truly mine – yet no
truly perfect night; only darkness
and something that resembles it.
My aura is a church
& The Freedom (to sway,
to obsess, to radiate).
Heart stuffed with solidified rose
water; I am a peony and inside my womb
I carry a sword. A post-Bloom empire;
a fertile ruin: a hole in the sky
through which my wet tongue moves.