Johnny Noir

Rookie (New York City)

She Knows Her Eyes (Sluts Are Beautiful) - Poem by Johnny Noir

Mothers without eyes, creepy and shadowlike—
Her face green and dirty like coffee beans left out in the rain—
Julie Andrews pole dancing, her udders like a cow—
Her hymns boarding trains—
Her soldier's soul Higgs reality,
She began in a dream and turned beautiful—
Her heart enlarged to the size of the universe,
Her mother's black and white rhyme scheme,
Her enemies are unknown girls that know me,
Married spies forgiven in church on Sunday—
She knows her eyes,
Living in her truth, living on her earth
Where I fear my own dreams,
I don't know why, the pleasure is immense,
Every man alive knows Kelly Wells is a Goddess—
If Venus, Aphrodite, and Isis walked among us it would be her—
Jaelyn Fox and Bobbie Starr are also of that superlative class of slut,
They make human like bearable—
Possible, the moon exploding in their minds
Like Priestesses of a world long gone,
Atlantean sky-dwellers, so far above the sea they see gothic monsters,
Earthquakes, storms, tsunamis don't bother them,
Ass over head, choking,
Mothers without eyes know their mates—
A Prophet that speaks to the earth in bondage,
Sorcery circa 1966 and 1936,
All of the saints are into bondage,
Saint Bettie leading the roundelay—
Faustian in her shadowed glade, elfin—
At last an ugly girl falls in love with me,
I'm not happy about it,
But the world will continue to spin—
The earth and the moon's shadow on the sun,
Foreign and strange,
Promiscuous but not erotic, made of meat, yes,
She sings like Dylan so familiarly, the earth dances,
Let me drink the sweat of a fat slag of a teenage girl's feet,
Her lost chained cannabis tattoos, her dioramic piercing,
Her panoramic black hair,
Her olive skin, Sherina the Goddess from sixth grade,
All of the mothers without eyes, but not blind
As darkness goes towards sunlight
Sherina turns ugly then pretty again—
Sluts are beautiful

Comments about She Knows Her Eyes (Sluts Are Beautiful) by Johnny Noir

  • Elena Sandu (5/13/2012 6:39:00 PM)

    Intriguing piece, loved it, carried me through space and time. Being left with a sad sight: mothers without eyes but not blind, I can only sigh.. Thank you for share. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 13, 2012

Poem Edited: Monday, May 14, 2012

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