BIOMANUAL

In other lands,
women like me,
After scarification rites,
Dressed in ebony and ivory circles
Stacked up On their necks,
Fill their vaginas
with live snakes
For fertility.
So don’t complain, babe.
                        

At night I float up the sky
and I engrave chalky scribal spirals
on the left quadrant of the firmament
All I see is my small white fist chipping
Away at the stars knocking down imaginary beasts
of fluff
On which ignorant girls & boys ride in love.


Beauty breeds pain, babe,
which the free learn best from the slaves.


Between the wed dead woman & man
Gapes a dark wet black hole
Through which buoyant boys & giggly girls
Slide back & forth forever
making babies.


Beauty hooks me like a lover by
the gut, by the uterus to be exact,
Where Zeus’ sperms swirl
like mad silver boats
On nights when my hands smell
of tobacco & pussy
& I can go to sleep if I lick them.

The rest of all time
the spirits speak to me
Cuntinuously.

At night all the jolts hit
like questions: Who are we, Where
Are we going taking this, What
16 yr old pussy
Is she talking to at 3am
& isn’t picking up my calls
Why are we not watching TV
instead of our tears
mingle on the headstep
I meant the headstone where
we’ve been sitting way too long
when we could be stretching
doing our sadhana holding space
flowing our temples through some kriya or assana
Here, yes, here
on this nondescript perch where
we were propped up when
we plopped out of the maker pussy
onto this sepiatone escarpment
that craters in the foothills of a peak
and looms over an open-sight gulf
in this wood or brick or concrete home
for centuries already,
tearing away.

There’s no music
In the word hunger.


You said: I live with the secret terror
that I’ll watch you move
away one day
and now you are
moving out and when
I ask why me,
you say,
I warned you.

The one truth that matters is:
I love you with my mind
also.
But I like to live a little.

I want men falling from rooftops
For me
but on Lesbos
Where I was born
there are wilder birds
Than boys
To catch for toys
 
Does that mean I am a gun
from the feminine
in which both names mean war?
 
Amerika is the herpes on my mouth
the empty spot in my photo album
 
I can dredge any coffee cup for a wish
and read it like the book of every fate
 
this finds me in the pink of health
and I wonder how I will stay sick
 

-EURYDICE EVE

Parthenon of the Gucci Gods

You nearly made me pee in my wholly trousers

Your head was cocked back, as a speck of light bounced off your cheap ass Walmart grillz,
You know, the ones you wear around all them sweaty tan, brown, golden body girls

Every time I see you step into the Parthenon of  the corrupt Gods
my supposed safe space- but rather-more of your safe space of scams, deceitful attacks
a meeting hall of virginal sacrifices, witch hunts and self-righteous declarations
the declarations you play so cunningly well
like a hurt lamb
a lamb wearing wool,
but really a wolf in sheep's clothes
or a wolf wearing Walmart grillz
and Gucci, Gucci, Gucci

I excrement pain
I know of your hysteria
a hysterical jackal
a hysterical hyena

prowling around my supposed safe space
in the Parthenon of the corrupt Gods

Today you shed off you sheep's skin
your wool
your fur
whatever the hell it is that you wear

Today you show up- amongst the Gods
wearing a bright beaming Gucci suit
It's Gucci, it's Gucci, it's Gucci
you like cucci
and you begin to recite a history
while you hold a book
in which you recorded false accounts

The history begins how you begat tones of addictions and horrifying songs of torment
your child calls
your child cries
and the Gods all love your pain

They are corrupt
like you
All the God's sit there
in their Gucci, Gucci, Gucci
they like cucci, cucci, cucci

Oh, so delightfully do you sing
the song they want to hear
Your notes muffle out my cry
my cry, from my belly

And all the Gods jeer at me
their Walmart grillz shining ever so bright
using the illuminating power to shield their corruption
They sing from their rotten mouths 'Shield the Parthenon from any harm!'

THEY are untouchable
they are above the law
above the land
above the stars

Your song is a poisonous gas,
a venomous laughter jolts from underneath the clouds of your toxic hymn
but your voice falters
it cracks

lightning strikes at your vice
your wicked ways
your Gucci,. Gucci, Gucci suits
and cheap ass Walmart grillz

Your mouth shatters
your teeth crack
your voice falters
the Parthenon of the corrupt Gods crumble
Your power is gone
Your Hitler is dead
Your poisonous gas fades out
Your safe space is now mine

I conquered, I conquered, I conquered
Your terrorizing words are now flimsy, fumbling sounds
your tongue flaps away in the wind
it was a game
you are pathetic, you were all pathetic

The sweaty brown, gold, tan bodies
are now white, pale and sickly
They are like fleas jumping off your skin
your sheep's cheap skin
crawling
biting you
gnawing away at their disappointment in you
hating you in return for the falsehoods you gifted them

You fake
You, scam
poison

Give me back my safe space
Give me back my Gucci , Gucci, Gucci suits
the ones I bought, for you

-Beláxis Buil