Fire-eater

fire-eater@riseup.net is a recovering writer/student/activist living in Portland, OR.
He can be found on his day off muttering to his ducks anti-civilizational Blake and Milton passages in his garden and greenhouse.

Feb 23, 2013 9:44am

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Jan 12, 2013 1:14pm
my  chest  is    tight my  knees     are  dizzy I  have  to     blow

                out  air  to     cool  the  many     me’s

you’ve  created    from  all  this  heat

               this  must be what  being  turned  on

finally feels like and

really



           means  let’s  try. let’s  never         mind  the

temptations swimming  inside  of  us

  if  we/he uses

                                                     a condom or not

because I want you 

I want to…   to  bring  you  out  to me   I  want  to

      grow  my  tongue  long

enough longer

                than  the  nile

                                river  to  lick  you



                                      I  want          to  cum

out  crop -circles  of  twenty-four  karat

surrender

(to  our  assured diamond  life)        there  is  no name for  fabric woven

tightly,  that  would  describe     the  texture  of  your  organs

all  I  know                        is

                     I    want   in              them.

And then: The way

                    you  stand so

                    mean  the  syrupy

                             hate



                 that  fills  you  up



                                         all spry                    suspended



                                                            into

f-words  and  shaking fists

begging



                                                             me



to go

                                     to stay



and then under protection of your arms and hair and then to  sit  with

your  tummy  on  top  to arch  my  face  back

so                our              filth  can  fall



 



                                               into  our  mouths

our  nose  every  hole  our  eyes     a vision I

wanted



a fever  and got it

from  a  heart-attack at your sight on the porch that night that told

me to take you and your book home    I  wanted merely to temporarily

     bend

myself  like latex smelting  strong  and  solid under



the  small soft  and round of  your  curves



                                      But now it’s all grown,



and I  want  to watch your expressions change over days and



                                     I  want  to

                                         spin

                                                      my  lips  around

you

    so

          that  I’m  just

                an

e    x         t      e    n       s          i          o      n



                             of  your  limbs, let  me be  your  body

for  a  minute



so I  can feel what it’s like                                 so

beautiful to be



                                                            so ready

                                   so  willing      so writhing to

show  you  what my



                                                            -Worship-



                                                               means



                                                            My Queen.



our nipples, our lips    need  to  be    on  us  like tough whispers

over our  jawlines

                                                       and smelling necks



and now it’s on please I’ll  be  the  baby that you know you only want

from me, please

                       give  me  the  pacifier, I’ll be it if only so

I  can  suck  on  that  part  of  your



                                         d o m i n a n c e



                       you  like it               lead me  deep er   how ever

wherever     you  need

                               I  absolve  my  ego  here

dancing  lying  down  like  this

                              painting  pictures  of  yes’s

with these orifices

                              while     you  whip  my cream  into the dreams

you’re hungry

                                                          for



I  hope  you  eat



                          imaginative  things

when I’m absent

but not forgotten you’ve  rewired  my  brain ‘s  pathways  with  a

graze  I  gaze  at



                           you  like   a  column



                              a  contour  you’ve



                                  structured  holding  me  up  holding  you

down

    so  you  can  fuck  me harder into into your future



                                                our       heaven  I

can   now  only see  hell’s  antiques  from  here in heaven’s



                                                         GRACE



                                                 with  your  name

                                       on every piece like every piece of



my body that misses you when you’re with him like



                                                                right now I’m



dreaming of:    pushing my penis’ pearls up into you jealously



but I must step back and  this  really  must  be  how  my magic  turns

black  for every         ass

you  tap     is just my    excuse     but         O’ holy night might

mind miner mine’s my

Mighty  has  to penitently

apologize for my prying into your Christmas present/past

because you sure aren’t mine and



because, anyway



I  can’t  keep  your  soul  in here(touches chest)

                           so I shouldn’t try

                            choking, sequestered from  the   lungs

that  have helped you survive and still serve you well in quick,

short breaths, I guess.



And I want to thank you for being patient with me. But breathe deep

with me long for me.



             I need to take  my  hard nipples and red heart  and

press  them  bloody  up

against  your  tonsils     past your tongue         to your lungs            so



                                     maybe  then  you  will

                        understand  how  much of  me  is  yours



                                  and



If  you  kill  me  after         we’ve taken our breaths,



                   I  will have lived just fine.

                               Goodnight.

my chest is tight my knees are dizzy I have to blow

out air to cool the many me’s

you’ve created from all this heat

this must be what being turned on

finally feels like and

really

means let’s try. let’s never mind the

temptations swimming inside of us

if we/he uses

a condom or not

because I want you

I want to… to bring you out to me I want to

grow my tongue long

enough longer

than the nile

river to lick you

I want to cum

out crop -circles of twenty-four karat

surrender

(to our assured diamond life) there is no name for fabric woven

tightly, that would describe the texture of your organs

all I know is

I want in them.

And then: The way

you stand so

mean the syrupy

hate

that fills you up

all spry suspended

into

f-words and shaking fists

begging

me

to go

to stay

and then under protection of your arms and hair and then to sit with

your tummy on top to arch my face back

so our filth can fall

into our mouths

our nose every hole our eyes a vision I

wanted

a fever and got it

from a heart-attack at your sight on the porch that night that told

me to take you and your book home I wanted merely to temporarily

bend

myself like latex smelting strong and solid under

the small soft and round of your curves

But now it’s all grown,

and I want to watch your expressions change over days and

I want to

spin

my lips around

you

so

that I’m just

an

e x t e n s i o n

of your limbs, let me be your body

for a minute

so I can feel what it’s like so

beautiful to be

so ready

so willing so writhing to

show you what my

-Worship-

means

My Queen.

our nipples, our lips need to be on us like tough whispers

over our jawlines

and smelling necks

and now it’s on please I’ll be the baby that you know you only want

from me, please

give me the pacifier, I’ll be it if only so

I can suck on that part of your

d o m i n a n c e

you like it lead me deep er how ever

wherever you need

I absolve my ego here

dancing lying down like this

painting pictures of yes’s

with these orifices

while you whip my cream into the dreams

you’re hungry

for

I hope you eat

imaginative things

when I’m absent

but not forgotten you’ve rewired my brain ‘s pathways with a

graze I gaze at

you like a column

a contour you’ve

structured holding me up holding you

down

so you can fuck me harder into into your future

our heaven I

can now only see hell’s antiques from here in heaven’s

GRACE

with your name

on every piece like every piece of

my body that misses you when you’re with him like

right now I’m

dreaming of: pushing my penis’ pearls up into you jealously

but I must step back and this really must be how my magic turns

black for every ass

you tap is just my excuse but O’ holy night might

mind miner mine’s my

Mighty has to penitently

apologize for my prying into your Christmas present/past

because you sure aren’t mine and

because, anyway

I can’t keep your soul in here(touches chest)

so I shouldn’t try

choking, sequestered from the lungs

that have helped you survive and still serve you well in quick,

short breaths, I guess.

And I want to thank you for being patient with me. But breathe deep

with me long for me.

I need to take my hard nipples and red heart and

press them bloody up

against your tonsils past your tongue to your lungs so

maybe then you will

understand how much of me is yours

and

If you kill me after we’ve taken our breaths,

I will have lived just fine.

Goodnight.

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Sep 17, 2011 5:35pm
downlo:

A useful rape analogy

downlo:

A useful rape analogy

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Aug 11, 2011 1:59am
road-kill:

Wow. Epic.

road-kill:

Wow. Epic.

(Source: roadkill-gallery, via entangledrootspress)

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