Gutter Girls~

She took his dreams, shaken not stirred

down her throat without a sense of mercy, or loss

on the rocks

in the chill rush of a brook amongst trees

the purr of the Cadillac by the side of the road

deepening

as she established a sense of symmetry between her pearl white teeth;

he yielded to the delicacy of her sensual ire

asked if he could undo the buttons of her blouse

but the girl caught his hands in midair

and revised the moment into revenge

slowly worked him in between the bars of her hard soul

until he came to the conclusion that her dazzling smile

had nothing to do with sex

and everything to do with humiliation

 

She moved her slender turn of shoulders out of silks

like a rehearsed dream

bowed his friendship into her leather quiver

turning his nervous phrase, like diamonds, across her tongue

tasting his intentions and failures

with the rush of bass from the speakers

in the club

as she pressed her ribs into his spine

an imprint of her animal hyde in the bend of his sins

and tossed back a long island iced tea

in the glare of his loneliness;

the woman knelt against her thighs

stroking her to a murderous edge

working the thorn from her floating rib with her tongue

until her fingerprint left indents of light

coaxing her to the boundaries, falling through dreams

winding them around the reality of the moment

in which they both leaned into the man

and took him behind the curtains

for some opium on the side

 

His bladder filled with blood

another woman walked through the prismatic screen

her teeth deep in the white flesh of a red apple

her radiance poisonous

she straddled his swollen wedge of pain

as he took a breath past the agony

of so much ecstatic desecration

and arched upward

into the cherry petals

tattooed on the inside of her creamy thighs;

the women were on him in a gush of silks

and brilliant feathers of touch

one fed him purple grapes from between her breasts

the other broke apart his optimism beneath the golden parasol of her ruby lips

as she bent in for the orange crush, his bitter shame

while another took his springtime bouquet of flowers

pulled it through her celestial dust

as she licked the tears off his cheeks

and drank them from his eyes

 

Melody flared her nostrils

she took the highest price from between his hipbones

Muse fastened his wallet to her hips

laced up her leather boots

Miracle maneuvered his shape

against a pane of glass

Mercury ate him down with the rising sun~

he never knew what hit him

as the gutter girls strode past his carnality

and failure

left in a stain of wine

on a pillow

 

 

 

 

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excerpt from  Girls With Red Hair On Cherry Cadillacs With Bushido Swords

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Reviews

[SpokenWord]

This reminds me of some of your earlier writes, so intense and so murderous but.. in this one I see it was his own lusts that lead to his humiliation, his pain of wanting what he couldn't have as it was teased right in front of him to take in visually but not physically. I guess he had no idea who he was playing with. I like how her smile meant one thing to him but another thing in reality. Very good story, that had me reading each word slowly imagining the images your stroked masterfully.

[Jibey]

This is a wonderful firework of brilliant images, blending sensual desire with seedy edginess, making us watch in wonder at the folly of a man rendered helpless in the hands of the calculating vamps... The writing is so rich in scenery, so dryly humorous and scathing, so utterly crushing, a kind of picture of a guy paying a million dollars for a blowjob, a menage a trois that leaves him on the bed with only his own hand to play with. Devastating.

[Chris Smith Welshpoetcs]

I wish I could write as good as this.

[Siddhartha]

hits like a boulder...what does not kill you makes you a lame...

[David W Moore III]

I love that first read. As it just washes over me. This one hit like a giant breaker and tumbled me in the sand and shells. Remind me not to ever get on your bad side! But, you are just turning around what can often happen the other way. Fantastic as usual.

[Ed Hart]

jesus christ...who's been messin' with my remote

[FireWoman]

This tickles my heart when I read it. Men tend to think that women are here to serve and to sway with their commands... not those girls!

[LilyT]

Terrifying. It made me smile. But then you know I've been known to show my fangs also now and again.
(:

[Robin]

switchblade calligraphy ~