Shit Glitter trance writing automatic writing

automatic trance writing about the topic of passion

This poem is a little loose and unrefined as I just let whatever words I thought of flow out of me
I am leaving it unedited in the spirit of the topic...

Shit Glitter

The flame rises from the hollow

where guitar strings cross

and fingers wiggle

bidding the tongues to consume

the litter of cranium vomit

they all peer at him with eyes like diamond earrings

in the pocket of a man

suffering from hypothermia

they look at him with all the cold glitter

of my blue blood

but wait

the old man is just a mask

underneath he is Marilyn Monroe

and his burning guitar is just the kiss on the lips of a stiff body

MRI scans of diamond brain waves

we all wear pearl choke chains

even an old man

burning in the summer

red high heels

and the legs in plastic sheets

we’ve all stopped trying not to walk the cracks in the pavement

and we have broken our mother's backs

and crippling our own smooth saunter

heels broken  

we pace in odd walks

circling the place where a star was once planted in the soil

we do not know we are monotonous

because the surface is white

and our footsteps have been erased

open up my skull and pull out the old man’s flame

flickering in the barn

like fishnet legs in a red light district

just blow out the candle and smell the singed skin

of a drag queen who takes a bow

and leaves her purse on his door so she has an excuse to

come back later

apply the lipstick

and hope for the best

cause the old man is burning the guitar strings again

the old man burns the lips that talk like Marilyn Monroe

heel broken

wink at the camera

press your hand in the cement

and then throw your diamond ring to the pigs

take a bow

at their indigestion

they now shit glitter