Johnny Noir

Johnny Noir
Location
Montclair, New Jersey, USA
Birthday
September 23
Title
pulp writer, poet, Nihilist prophet, Neo-Platonist
Company
Johnny Noir
Bio
You can buy my novels and poetry at lulu.com

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JUNE 12, 2011 5:52PM

Kristina

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When the sun came out Kristina was set afire

In her white spider filled dreams of religion,

She set off on a quest and never returned—

Too humbled, white spiders crawling up her arms,

Biting her legs until they bleed fire,

Her crystal filled dreams of the original chaos

Tearing her apart as if she were mere meat in my hands

As if she were my own mother, bound, gagged and sodomized

On a quiet street in a quiet neighborhood,

She could be my daughter choked and disappeared,

Cooked in butter like a fifteen year old Jew,

God lit the torch and burned her at the stake,

Jesus is from Antares too and to Antares he will return,

Look it up if you don’t believe me—

The orgies in the chapel happen every Friday night

With or without the love potion made from white spiders

She’s a collection of hot imperfections

Like a Japanese doll dismembered in a warehouse—

Kristina was set ablaze on a sunny day,

Drenched with gasoline and matches thrown her away

In her dreams of white spiders and religion,

Just like Moses on the mountaintop,

She coughed and her cold just went away—

Just like Jesus riding out the storm, Kristina was set on fire

Rising from the grave arm in arm with Lazarus

I could love her easily and smack her face and make her bleed

Step on her fingers but there’s no time for that

And no time to make her chew on metal

Her eyes are blind Jew planets that orbit cock,

Killing her in the bushes as the cops stroll by

And the moon shines and Kathy cries out to her Romeo,

“The war is over! France has lost again—”

Starting with Germany, Jews love Frankenstein and the Irish,

It’s just you and me drenched by the high tide,

Most whores are gay with Blake Lively eyes that shine

I’ve seen them transform into tired old bitches

Like Europeans with multiple faces

Nancy was an actress that opened her sphincter for the camera

To see inside her intestinal theater,

Her bowels a floorshow, popcorn on the sticky floor,

Dirty feet propped on the backs of seats,

She wanted to be like Karen Finley and she succeeded,

Kristina was set afire before she became a nun

In a Darth Vader mask and I fucked her in the dark

And she sucked my cock and wasn’t ugly anymore,

Her Christian ashes smelling like a burnt cigarette

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