30.09.16-thrist
Vampyric demon
deep underground
Emerging
Conjured
Summoned
Scent
MUSKY
PRIMEVAL
Sounds
LAUGHTER
Calling name
RASPY VOICE
HUNGER
AWAKE
seeking
HER
QUENCH
THIRST
30 September 2016
29 September 2016
Reflex
Out in the Bowery on a Friday night. I’m making the rounds. Late start A7 seems the 4 porn stars of the apocalypse are playing. I am having gin rocks; it's all the hard-core guy’s, roaming sexually frustrated groups. Time to move on.
Gildersleeves I know the door guy, let him in at my club. He slips me 3 drink tickets I go to the bar. The raging porn stars of the apocalypse are playing. I reckon a prime spot at the bar. I am on my second drinks something hits me hard in the back I spin my left coming hard and fast. I ‘m operating on muscle memory. Don’t know what it is, but I am going to take it out!
My punch deflected this never happens, and I am thinking roundhouse kick I see that it's actually a tall woman behind me. Stumble back in mid-pivot. A heavily accented voice (probably a sabra) says, “I was pushed into you, sorry.”
“No sorry reflex, fancy a drink love ” She smiles widely.
“Your reflex is dangerous, no? We drink, talk,” She answers. Slipping her arm around me.
“Where were you trained?” I ask.
“Elite”, she answers. Not a stretch without heels ‘5”’11, slim, high cheekbones, green bedroom eyes, Tonnes of thick auburn hair and flawless skin.
“Not nervous?” she asks.
“ Why would I be? I have met a beautiful woman before.” I answer.
“I block a punch,” She says.
I’m glad you did. I don’t hit women even when they’re some sorts of Bond girl.
Know that you’re a better fighter than 70% of the men in here, your name, I’m Trinity.” I said.
“Rivka “ answers. She laughs and kisses me, watching band screaming at each other to be heard, then we settle for kissing.
She pantomimes smoking. I lead her out back. She smiles at my Gitane’s and takes one we are in the alley by dumpsters and the homeless. She leans towards me and says let's leave starting to rain.
“Your place?”
“”Agency apartment, no good,” She says’
“I live in a cold water walk-up in the east village,” I warn.
“ Are there multiple models, with competing egos and eating disorders?”
“No, only a bed, a stereo, books art my guitar,” I answer
“Sounds like heaven,” She says laughing.
“You can use my helmet, “ I say noting she already has a leather jacket and leggings spike heeled boots
She is a good rider holding on tightly leaning with me. A quick ride from skid row to my flat and the irony is not lost on me.
I pull up she dismounts and says 35th brigade, that's where I learned.” She is an Israeli paratrooper
“Cool. 35th Brigade the best.” She hands me the helmet I take her by the hand and lead her to my flat. She looks around at the chaos paintings in progress; spirals bursting with lyrics, musings, and journals entries sketches flyers for show stereo on (ghetto security system.). Rivka claps, and says, “You’re authentic”
“You’ll excuse the mess my housekeeper has been delayed indefinitely.”
“Messy, clean is OK “ Rivka announces and sheds her coat. And sits on the futon.
“A glass of wine, coffee?” I offer.
“Water, I want to be awake. “ Rivka answers
“Tap, water, OK?” I ask.
“ OK, you’re so real, no pretense,” She says
No pretense, no money, no future-the perfect man.” I answer laughing.
“I like,” Rivka says. I slip my jacket off, and sit next to her and kissing her. I can feel her energy.
She responds pulling my T- off, followed by hers. This is going to be fun. She undresses quickly and helps unfold futon. Lays down Rivka’s body is amazing, long, strong yet very feminine. It makes me think of a sensual El Greco. I join her grabbing her by the hair and she straddles me, this is intense as it gets. She only stops to take long drinks of water. We roll onto the floor. She is bleeding I think her lip is cut. I start to pull away she holds me and says, “We finish!”
“I kiss her she tastes rusty and salty there is just too much electricity surging through us for me to care.
Rivka screams as she comes to her nails drawing blood on my back.
She bites my lip and tastes my blood I don’t pull away. I lift her into the futon. “ We are one blood now, we make sense, same instincts lay her head on my chest and goes to sleep. I hold her falling asleep, with my hand on her breast; just a reflex
Out in the Bowery on a Friday night. I’m making the rounds. Late start A7 seems the 4 porn stars of the apocalypse are playing. I am having gin rocks; it's all the hard-core guy’s, roaming sexually frustrated groups. Time to move on.
Gildersleeves I know the door guy, let him in at my club. He slips me 3 drink tickets I go to the bar. The raging porn stars of the apocalypse are playing. I reckon a prime spot at the bar. I am on my second drinks something hits me hard in the back I spin my left coming hard and fast. I ‘m operating on muscle memory. Don’t know what it is, but I am going to take it out!
My punch deflected this never happens, and I am thinking roundhouse kick I see that it's actually a tall woman behind me. Stumble back in mid-pivot. A heavily accented voice (probably a sabra) says, “I was pushed into you, sorry.”
“No sorry reflex, fancy a drink love ” She smiles widely.
“Your reflex is dangerous, no? We drink, talk,” She answers. Slipping her arm around me.
“Where were you trained?” I ask.
“Elite”, she answers. Not a stretch without heels ‘5”’11, slim, high cheekbones, green bedroom eyes, Tonnes of thick auburn hair and flawless skin.
“Not nervous?” she asks.
“ Why would I be? I have met a beautiful woman before.” I answer.
“I block a punch,” She says.
I’m glad you did. I don’t hit women even when they’re some sorts of Bond girl.
Know that you’re a better fighter than 70% of the men in here, your name, I’m Trinity.” I said.
“Rivka “ answers. She laughs and kisses me, watching band screaming at each other to be heard, then we settle for kissing.
She pantomimes smoking. I lead her out back. She smiles at my Gitane’s and takes one we are in the alley by dumpsters and the homeless. She leans towards me and says let's leave starting to rain.
“Your place?”
“”Agency apartment, no good,” She says’
“I live in a cold water walk-up in the east village,” I warn.
“ Are there multiple models, with competing egos and eating disorders?”
“No, only a bed, a stereo, books art my guitar,” I answer
“Sounds like heaven,” She says laughing.
“You can use my helmet, “ I say noting she already has a leather jacket and leggings spike heeled boots
She is a good rider holding on tightly leaning with me. A quick ride from skid row to my flat and the irony is not lost on me.
I pull up she dismounts and says 35th brigade, that's where I learned.” She is an Israeli paratrooper
“Cool. 35th Brigade the best.” She hands me the helmet I take her by the hand and lead her to my flat. She looks around at the chaos paintings in progress; spirals bursting with lyrics, musings, and journals entries sketches flyers for show stereo on (ghetto security system.). Rivka claps, and says, “You’re authentic”
“You’ll excuse the mess my housekeeper has been delayed indefinitely.”
“Messy, clean is OK “ Rivka announces and sheds her coat. And sits on the futon.
“A glass of wine, coffee?” I offer.
“Water, I want to be awake. “ Rivka answers
“Tap, water, OK?” I ask.
“ OK, you’re so real, no pretense,” She says
No pretense, no money, no future-the perfect man.” I answer laughing.
“I like,” Rivka says. I slip my jacket off, and sit next to her and kissing her. I can feel her energy.
She responds pulling my T- off, followed by hers. This is going to be fun. She undresses quickly and helps unfold futon. Lays down Rivka’s body is amazing, long, strong yet very feminine. It makes me think of a sensual El Greco. I join her grabbing her by the hair and she straddles me, this is intense as it gets. She only stops to take long drinks of water. We roll onto the floor. She is bleeding I think her lip is cut. I start to pull away she holds me and says, “We finish!”
“I kiss her she tastes rusty and salty there is just too much electricity surging through us for me to care.
Rivka screams as she comes to her nails drawing blood on my back.
She bites my lip and tastes my blood I don’t pull away. I lift her into the futon. “ We are one blood now, we make sense, same instincts lay her head on my chest and goes to sleep. I hold her falling asleep, with my hand on her breast; just a reflex
24 September 2016
23 September 2016
21 September 2016
21.09.19.16 -sanitised
I could been anyone
Romeo in gypsy leathers
Don Juan in ripped jeans
Casanova in the streets
Anyone except someone
She cares for
She might have been
beautiful
but
she was sexy
no talk
no promises
no tomorrows
The room
Functional
Strips
Saying
Sanitised for your protection
night
explosive
raw
visceral
primal
animal
not
sanitised
not
protected
not
protected
19 September 2016
18 September 2016
17.09.16-rest stop Victoria, TX
Is this
Where
You came
When you
Couldn't hold back
Rotten teeth
Bloody band aids
Nightmares
Bile
Critiques
Taco bell
Demands
Maggots
Loneliness
Degradation
screaming banshee
Of
Self loathing
Internalized
Their
Dreams
Hate
Expectations
Despair
You
Pushed both barrels
As far as you could
Because
That's where
Pain lives
Pulled
The triggers
Rest stop
Victoria TX
15 September 2016
13 September 2016
12 September 2016
09 September 2016
09.09.16- being
god has left
his heaven
leaving
me
being
god
transfiguration
of
crackers
of
poppies
the
adoration
of
rebel angels
everything
permitted
everything
true
beautification
of
the different
the strange
the fucked
junkies
street prophets
street walkers
canonization
of the monkey prophet
of beats
of revolutionaries
transmutation
of coca
of sex
being
because
that's
all that
there is
08 September 2016
06 September 2016
3108.16-dreams
a grey cool
rainy
clime
dirty streets
listening
making
sacred music
concrete cathedrals
blood roses
in
Chinese snow
she’s in magazines
she’s in me bed
3 chords of anger
on signs
buses
coke
antidepressants
3 chords of joy
sacraments’
candles
spoons
lethal reflexes
junk moon
punk tunes
die soon
grey cities
vestibule
of heaven/hell
Birthplace
of dreams
05 September 2016
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