Lexicon of a Whore
“The Lexicon of a Whore”
Shaped by the lexicon of a Whore
I make dirty things
and eat dirty things
and you become a dirty thing
when you say my name- like that
and every day you crave for my name
to drip from your tongue
so you bit my mother’s clit
Her scream in Heaven’s ears
Her pain drips from your lips
Starved for resurrection
you arrive soiled to my banquet
and steal a slice of this juicy pie
(Everything this good is Whore made)
Cloaked in carnage
Sodden in tears of unwept babes
whose innocence you slaughter
to drown your own
to get as close as you can to me
With a severed desire for true love
It Is all you have known
So much denied you
So much denied
So much
Raised in a Whore house
how else would you act?
When Whore and mother are one in your life
then so become your daughter and wife
When the world has raped you of your role
the Earth made of lands you stole- well not really you- I know
the Soul is turned for tricks
and the children of your flesh make you sick-
Too much light here
Too much light
Too much
All along seeking
the blood of my womb
when spilled at your lost feet
call the great Grandfathers home
from their war-torn tomb
It is nay too late to sob
into the petals of Her red dress
or was it white
Surrender
She has been waving her flags
in your face
And you see her face
in me
and the Grandmother Oak tree- you cut
Yet it is only I who knows
how to penetrate
the wild craze of your gaze
despite the black rose you gave
as I fled my own home
But contrary to your plan
I Mary made my garden grow
For you
It has always been for you
To show the Love
only a good Whore can make
This Love is true
This Love is
This Love
will heal your Mother Wound
