Goya and your Mama

Goya and your Mama

Noncommittal spittle
the mothers of genius have large breasts
and geniuses feed well into puberty
which ends at thirty

it is like fuzz, mommy, but what is it?

you were born a man and now you have thickened up into a nice monkey
god added a hint of flour to your mind
which is slowly gelling into a brain
conscious condensation


lactation nation
he rediscovers the droop and swagger of the boob
in the figure of the swelling
universe
convention of reinvention

my body is becoming a skin tag
really.
soon I’ll be asked to
believe in
the mind/skin tag duality
really.

an alcoholic mother is
cheap beer’s way
of having misbalanced
babies.

Ellipsoidal Voidal
smothers child
with breast
during soap
says she
fell asleep
that he
fell asleep.

‘Do you see Allah
now! motherfucker!’
mr. rosacia
wags at brown prisoner
‘We’ll just have to suffocate you
and resuscitate you
until you do.’

Torture whore.
teething on
bitter nipple

stopped on a corner
the nod of a cripple

her entities
became
parasites
sucking in
eyes

baby smiles
sucking milk from some bitch’s tit

/stop light poems, because there’s only time
to wait around/

flop around

drool tool

I can’t go in there that I don’t
steal at least $1000 of something.
especially when mr young & old boast war

born, bloody, half killing our mothers
we are so hardwired to kill; murder is
so much in the blood
that some of us
are not killers
is inconsequential

Now…!

the image of a grown man
sucking milky blood
from the tit of
his elderly mother
the real artist will
have to do a
family portrait.

Go now,
it is you,
artist, you
are the only
I write this for.