Dizamari

Art & Poetry & Music & Life
I am all the Muses that reside inside me.

Currently in the band BURNING BRIGIDS, which focuses on OLD folk songs/translations of them, and folk music traditions.

Delicia

If she presses her mouth to your ear,
lips open nebulas, and lets her tongue
slither, INTO your ear, past membrane,
past tiny banging bones, past nautilus
guard, to lick the edges of your brain,
gently
at first, then harder, encircling the whole
damn thing with her amazing muscle, then
squeezing, pythonic, until what matters
collapses lung-like in splattered waste,
you would believe then when she tells you,
mouth pressed against your ear,
'I am the real synonym of the word
for the place where dead men come
to kill anything left alive inside them.'

Buy my books of obscure and erotic poetry. Find my music on YouTube and SoundCloud. Commission a painting. Tell me what you like, what makes you tick, what makes you tock.