Exposed! The Arcana of 7
Sex Queens
a dirty back
room.
the
vibrations and fluctuations that resonate make things less lonely…..
1. The Hierophant
- Experience
coda/codex
for
an idol of
pornocracy
a describer
of the profane becomes
a huntress of
the lovers ditched by her ex-lovers.
soon the
darkness. in ebony.
a creature
spasmed on her legs it was
a creature
with 8 legs it had a face it was
crawling away
from a scorpion that
had pierced
her with its tail
she burned
the book
as people
peeped through
glass
hard vision
cracked
while the
insane ones fucking took a hymnal
they still
have it
and won’t
give it back
2. The Magus - Manipulation
drain you
dry…
masked
insects positioned her so her opened mouth
contained
some objects
pearls,
glass, and saliva
she clutched
peat moss tightly
while a bare
light bulb crackled overhead
illuminating
yellowed cracked plaster
the el
rumbled outside her window
her apartment
her safe
place
moaned
hissing
passengers read dirty tabloids
while
withering churches looked away
“i can’t”
“i won’t”
“be still”
“be between
me because there are 2
talking about
intercourse”
she reveled
in
the smell of
dirt
picture this:
it's a postcard of insanity
3. The High
Priestess - Mystical Vision
life is
ruined by their tongues
over her
she tightened
them as a process
arms wrap
around it
mumbling something
prayers
overloaded
squeezing the
reflex
felt like a
very long body
truth was
revealed as a result of the snakebite
received in
tompkins square park
she mouthed
the name
of the
cannibal prophesied by bloodless tarot
sound of a
rosy death and
the aura of
her smile punishes
exactly as an
individual human
whelping in
the cold night air
an electric
wizard posthumously
described the
ending of
the preceding
ghoulish events
4. The Empress - Sensuality
her eyes
glazed as she asked the almost insane young
the night air
where planes zoom to crash
violently
shredding glass with skin rorschach tests of
plasma
congealed in
mid air
crouching
down
she waits
she
waits
elongated
shadows slide past
her as she
tries to remember why
she had
climaxed
and what it
really got
her
which
justifies the hot pussy driving
as she
succumbs to the following nothingness
hopped up
girls finished with her
tongues
head pointed
almost straight down
she rises up
to slay the love merchant
rejuvenation
wrung from loss
5. The Hermit - Isolation
hot young
usually too drunk or exhausted
come play
with her
the stops of
lightning
sexually go
slowly as waves
something you
will be serving
your normal
ideas yourself
whining right
now
it’s lonely
over here
rise up and
go
knocked over
the drugstore
fled with the dope
for her own
pleasure
keep sexual
go slowly
that was her
only recommendation
law as oral
medicine as she was
squeezing the
reflex
escaping the
existence of
her already
sex crazed body and of
her short
dark hair
avoid the doors
and windows
6. Queen Of Pentacles - Maternal
she became
that thing that
she hated
most
a cracked
doll in a
peepshow
a thing
whimpering on
the parquet floor
in a room
with open cold windows
as white
statues in black boots
burned behind
electric motors
she had spent
time always trying to satisfy
she had
failed and lay in
anticipation
swallowed
sooner or later your religion
of numbers
or other
abstract concept
the absurd is
her sweet mouth
or the
quick coffin
lay down next
to her
and beg
forgiveness
melancholic
and fascinated
7. Queen Of Swords - Sorrows
addicted to
pleasing
waking up in
a new
apartment
owned by
females in stasis
semi fluid
crash adrenaline
try to get
moving
the tv is
always on but no sound just pictures.
sometimes.
sometimes no pictures just
sound.
sometimes. sometimes the screen is
blue and her
face appears
holding me in
with
the squeezing
clutch of her lust
pierced
pierced
“i can’t”
“i won’t”
“be still”
“be between
my selves because there are 2
talking about
intercourse”
that's the
survivor
skirts
flipping up
(she
has hands
that touch
the
wrong
things)
coda/codex:
to sleep
to dream
in a
nightmare alley
morbid saints
dance
