GrOwl It
performed in English and German for various soli-festivals (Berlin, Amsterdam et part of the Speak out play) – plain lay out

press

Open

 

pull it
pump it

 

pull it
pump it

 

pull pump rip it out

pull pump spit it out

 

reOpen

the scars

 

to extract

the childhood pus

 

let it gush

 

did it really happen?
was it your pussy?

 

do not even think

(no brooding allowed)

 

watch it

AGAIN

n stop obliterating

the images

 

of genitalia

 

hairy or not

 

revolting all the same

 

of the young n the old

 

of all those

who nailed me down

rubbing their dirt

carelessly

to my intimacy

 

cousins

or fiends

noT really rejected

noT Truly desired

 

A-B-U-S-E-D

this is abuse

Don’t drink and drive

Don’t rave and rape

 

huu ah
gimme more
huuh
come on

 

 

AGAIN

feel the inconvenience

THE TEARS

i got messed around

WEAK, our flesh is so weak

well, that’s no surprise they say

she’s so … and so…

 

 

AGAIN

feel the impurity

 

the oppression of a lust                                          I m p r O p e r F o u l a W f u l

weighting on my conscience

and my abysses

 

I so wish

I managed to fIght and bIte

but I licked and cried

fearing even worse

 

 

Over and Over

AGAIN

 

feel the abhorred weight

of drunkenness n misappropriation

thought ineluctable

or kind of mandatory

 

I take it in

to rebel

against the privilege those jerks took on me

against their reeking clout

 

I am breathing in

to unlock

my pipes and guts clogged to the bones

with semen n resentment n a thousand oddiousities

 

swallow till you tip over

 

I am breathing in to cleanse my matter

to relieve my body-brain

to scrape away the darkness of invading penises

 

 

No

No

No

to that foreign bodies invasion

 

MY FINGER

on debasing memories

MY FIST

on cocky smiles

TRIPLE FUCK

on me and my past

 

repressed to the spring

of a lust of an ending

of hatred and death

                                                                                                                                          of the coercion coerced

by these pricks

sadists

or simply sense crippled males

deprived of insight and consideration

oblivious to a short word

so tiny but so neat

which stands on its own and

SCREAMS

 

je vous emmerde

 

 

 

 

crédit photo: Louise Markise