Mother Horror
Mother horror wasn’t always horrible.
It started when I fucked that boy.
The tree was a nude model taking up arms
And we sludged oil on copper.
I count her age spots like she counted my baby teeth,
Bootsole-sized rosettes liver hands and neck.
Poachers band below her eyes,
Species royalty wreathed in purple storms.
Wellbutrin to fix me well.
Mother horror’s idea
After she red hands me
Plucking feathers from her ostrich purse.
With notebook and Bic
The good doctor strums his dick.
I say, father was eaten by blackbirds
The size of gas pumps
Mother horror
And I
Left him to cool like an apple pie
On the windowsill
Our pains thinned
In a solvent of flames.
Horror Sleaze Trash 