Johnny Noir

Biblical logic has it that form emerged out of chaos
Before creation began and how could it be otherwise—
A creator who saw his own reflection in the deep
Mistook that reflection for another creator and started a war
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From Gibson girls to flappers spare me the tribal tattoos,
While the rest of the world goes backwards in time,
Timeless beauty has run out of time—
Alternative beauty is just another word for ugly,
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Tamara striding forth, paint brush in her hand
Painted you, stylized eyeliner lining your shining dark eyes
As the sun beams off your hands’ painted fingers
Dark eyes gazing upon the cold metropolis snows
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The Jews really want to kill the Arabs
And I think they might
Like aliens from another world
Coming as thieves in the night;
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I dreamt I raped Barbie,
She was stiff as wood and it hurt,
Stiff as plastic actually,
Hard plastic not soft and sensual
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Is this the will of the wise witch fate?
Decreed by silent monsters
Who shall be nameless in the depths?
Or the eyes of scarlet roses playing
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The wind scolds madmen frankly,
Time is father to the man
And the mother of his children is hiding in the brush—
I have seen your daughters
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엠마

그녀가 내 문에 밀어 때 엠마, 다섯 살의 전부 였어
날 바닥에 눕히고 장착 저 -
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I’m going down to Sodom, yes, that’s where I’m going to go—
I’m going to go see Jesus because I hear he puts on a real good show,
The blonde mothers are out in force,
I see them and their daughters reflected in the mirrored ball—
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Skin white as bone, bone thin as skin,
Don’t want to be just another skin to be in
Just like St. Augustine,
Leave her to her diet she’ll try anything,
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One day I awoke from a dream
Wherein the world was asleep,
No one was beside me,
I wasn’t in bed, but on the subway
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Red balls dropp like riddles from the sky,
The glowering green gnome whose face is naught,
The thought too severe,
God likes it this way, she said—
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If I should arrive with the fiery sunrise
Would you stay with me through the night?
And when the truth comes alive like a contented suckling child,
Would you bite me through the heart if I ask you to?
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There are drums along the Congo
And violins in my head,
The wild women of Wongo are dancing
In eyeliner and war paint
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Masters of hate, you don’t know where you stand,
You oppose evil but not the evil of man—
You wait until darkness and then you strike,
Lighting the bomb that destroys the light—
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Your' stocking tops & black seams
Seem to be the only thing I think about,
Why must it be that way?
Why can’t I get you out of my mind?
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When I walk through the Black Forest with you
A Wonderland of smells surrounds me like your dog in the mud
And if I could track mud all over your carpet I would—
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Yellow country of red skulls in night’s delight—
Cherished and beholden to the one beloved,
Ice flows down from the mountain mist
And settles disbelieving—
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The bride wore knee sox.
Kissing the ground her mother walked on,
Taking me back in time to a place
Like no other I’ve ever seen before—
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A Russian girl’s farts smell just like her mother’s,
Old Hannah that gave birth
To seven kids back in the dessert where her ancestors wandered
Bewildered by the hot sun—
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