30 August 2007

Insomniyacker

Everything is mine. I am queen. There is no other queen than me. Just spin me that tale, or, you can try this:

Pen and paper, make love for me. Fuck in my face, so I can keep my ass still.


I'm still awake and my boredom's a voyeur. Be my friend and rock me to sleep.


I need nothing except to be fed.


Ah, come here,

sweet, sticky, baby.

Come eat this sugar plum pie.

Ah, thank you, my friend,

mi tejas,

amie,

mi amiga,

my land and my home.

Thank you for feeding me all that I need.

I'm a slave to this oral fixation.


Ah, that's a sweet friend,

come get what you need.

Just once with me's all you need.


You killed the cat, but, friend,

this jungle makes me king.

Tom Petty was right -

it's gooder than good to be king.


Thank you.

Thank you.

Make me stay still.

Just hum and buzz with me through marmelade clouds.


I'm already purring.

I won't let you leave, love.

I'll hold you down.

Come here, sweet, friend,

I know your favorite game.


Go ahead.

Grin that sex face back into this chair.

Grab your best friend and

be's yo'self still!

Your king knows your mind's dance.


Nine lives for each cat.

Their frenzied stupor of grandeur's illusion -

just the thought of CAT,

and you want to sneeze!


It's not what you're in, dove,

it's only what your OF.

Just be's yo'self still, girl,

and feed some of your OF

to this man.


God.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.


Seep into my always too hot blood.

Please chill my veins and soften my zeal.

Please, friend, I need to be home.

Let's play my best fantasy out in the sky.

Please, friend, dance with your friend and let your love soak in my face.

They think they are one.

Muggles, she called them.

To me, they're nothing but human.


They -

those human-muggle-drone-herd-copy-of-a-bootleg-copy ...

Ah!

I've got it!

Let's call them earthlings.

Yes, earthlings ... 'cause ... 'cause ...

well, because, damn it, I'm human too!


We're all human - only dialects vary, but one division I abhore is the division of OF.

Earthlings: HUMAN - of ... ? - OF earth.


They don't remember. Parts of them recall parts of them feeling parts of earth. They don't remember.


Because they are not one.


There are humans who did not understand when the universe vibrated for them. There are humans who do not remember thoughts before words or colors before alphabets.


No one knows better than a friend how lonely that makes me. You are my friend. No one knows better than you ... how hot I get. How fucking itchy and goddamn fucking bored, bored, bored.


Daddy. Baby. Ivy. Blue Sky. Friend.

Sunlight, buttercup, tejas, bluebonnet, yellow

rose from the dead on the third day, but to celebrate birth -

the breath and the blood and the sexual magic of birth -

is a foreign concept

... to these ... earthbound maggots ...

Shhhh...


Hush, sweetness, hush...


See, friend?


See, the anger you're soothing in me?


Don't go away, friend.


I'll be your best drug. Let me addict you to me.


I need you to be as greedy as me - as needy as a mouth unfull of its wantings. My brain is so itchy. Please scratch it for me. Please sweetdreamfuck me to sleep.


Lie in this hammock, dove,

sip lemonade.

Lie back, love,

I'll sing you to sleep.


You don't have to sing, friend.

Just sit back and breathe.

Make your eyes soft and round so lover knows you only see ...


Tree, may all the weight of your ancient root press my face in the field - choke me with soil, grind grit in my teeth, rape my throat with your fist if I e'er suck one breath of stagnant, earthbound air.


Oxygen's sweet, but it's not what I need. I need to breathe the moons breath while I sleep. I need to feel breeze - I can only breathe what is still going, I can't become one with what's dead.


I remember a time when the songs between stars throbbed with the dark gurgle of untouched orgasm.


I remember home and having it all. I feel most hours of most days that I'm so bored with Earth I may just chew off my own feet rather than allow the stagnant, dank rot of earthling sleepwalk to seep into my skin and rape me into submission to take root ...


Zzzz...

2 comments:

WBbenny said...

Thanks for the comments, are your posts your own words? Is Zz & insomniyaker one in the same? You have my curiosity and my attention. My A.D.D leaves me to look at the pictures and just skim the words yet many lines catch my eye so that I can't turn away.

Insomniyacker said...

Ah, good to hear because just like you, "my boredom's a voyeur." My eyes are always hungry and I hope they are never full. The only thing on here that is not all mine are some of the first pics I posted - Frederick Douglass on "Only in Context" and the red muse on "Madame Fey" as well as probably a couple more that I cannot call to mind right now. Everything else is all me. I am an "Insomniyacker." I am so talkative right before sleep and then I fall asleep soooo fast (hence the Zzzzzzz...). I've been told I can be in midconversation - letting someone else have the floor, of course - and then Zz - I'm asleep. I don't know why I run and run until I drop or why I talk and talk until I dream, but ... I do. Also, the Zz is reference to the buzzhum of bees. I think about bees a lot. And hummingbirds.