angry all the time

like a bloodsport
 I'm angry all the time
 and goddammit if I'm not
 certain as to why
 then I see you in dreams
 in my mind's eye
 and it hits me as to why
 I'm angry all the time.

-Alfred Huete
30.11.2010

Black Orchid Fugue (stolen kisses)

 

this is her day off

she is eating thoughts
of east european descent
all post impressionism
cut to taste

her heritage drips down
her long young legs
slowly
rhythmically
in a dive
a slowdive
the sun caress her body
she leans her head to the side
her red hair cascades
her lips red too,now parted
she is passing mystery
she doesn't so much appear
she is just suddenly here
or there,who can tell
his dark eyes
question nothing
his long shadow
soft mad splinters on her back
his hands on her belly
he gets on top of her
she feels him inside
hours turn to years then to minutes
as he bites the sides of her neck
as he spreads her ass cheeks
inside,again
this time eternal
he kisses her eyelids
as he kisses her thighs
she is gone

and I suppose
she is godless
all
good women are,

godless

she comes back
unaware she ever left
she holds his face to her bossom
as her toes and fingers
coincide
with every lie he ever believed
and merges
with every promise
long broken
her rhythms
her exact rhythms
breaks the soil of the wasteland
of a hundred years of blind faith
and the bones,the colored bones
of every whiskey dressed friend
on the wrong side of right
that was ever left behind,

godless


murder him,Orchid

burn his cities
enslave his thoughts
reject ten years of trust transfussions,
seek god,
bleed god,
feel god,
pee god,
be god,
spit god
fuck god,
make everything godless
just feed him with your kisses
as he crawls on the bottom of her cage
as he sees god in every drop of sweat
from your forehead
to the bed
make him worship you
with every slap
or caress ,

as he fades of thirst,
quench his thirst
with your body
let it spill from the sides
of his mouth
he is choking on you
he is gone,it was his choice
as it is your choice
to let go of
trustless beauty
let go of memories
of our deaths,so long ago,
since yesterday
no one speaks
of that night,

no one has too,
anymore,godless

I see you by the purple shore,

then I don't.



-Alfred Huete



29 December 2010

I don't give two fucks anymore.

She sits by the window still

 Bad make up,bad shit,thrill kill
 Hundred dollar bill
 Two bucks short
 Her hair on my belly as she snorts
 Fifty bucks,west fort
 If she don't spend it,I will

Went outside for a smoke
Came back she locked the door
Back in business,golden whore

I don't give two fucks anymore

Walked over to the loading docks
Old war vets with nothing to pack
Blood on the tracks,too much talk
Told Johnny to walk
No work,tough luck
She told the kid it was a pity fuck
What whores will do for a buck
That and more

I don't give two fucks anymore

Johnny was a square
She was going nowhere
Broken promises,everywhere
He loved her,she loved to score

I don't give two fucks anymore

All this waiting
Man it's slow
High and low
Blow by blow
What now,where to go
Jesus Christ what a bore

I don't give two fucks anymore

This morning I have nothing to say
Fixed her roof,another day
She thinks I need her
Not this way
She is only sweet
On pay day
She maxed my cards
She maxed my heart
Told her sister she needed a brand new start
Quit her job at the general store

I don't give two fucks anymore

She found Jesus on the bathroom floor
Strung out grievous angel
More,more,more
Hope is exiting the door
High on meth,high on hope
To her God is easy dope
Day after day,the same chore

I don't give two fucks anymore

She buys peroxide at the corner store
She has blisters
Just like before
Look at the shape she's in
Grey thoughts,grey skin


Hey babe,how ya been?
She slurs her words,
Squeaky clean
She seems happy.I  not so sure...

I don't give two fucks anymore

I dig her coat,leopard skin
It's cold outside,so we go in
War is over,where you been?
I love your ass,scene by sin
Another promise,another war

I don't give two fucks anymore

The Arabs have a lot of oil
She gives head as we spoil
God damn girl does whatever it takes
We eat toast,they eat cake
I do my best for her,nothing breaks
I look into her eyes,no reason why
I was truthful,she was a lie
And little by little
We all die
It's plain to see
As Portland Maine
In the gutter
In every grain of sand
Skinny dipping in the swimming pool
School girl,skips school
Jump in avoid the heat
See her strut on Easy street
See her wither on the floor
It's past midnight,close all doors

I don't give two fucks anymore.


- Alfred Huete


31 DEC 2010 ( End Of The Decade )

a stockpile of prayers

 

 what did you dream of last night?


 it must have been a hell of a dream
 you kicked at the walls
 and bit the air
 punched the pillows
 pulled my hair
  
 do you remember anything?

 you cursed at invisable wings
 and mumbled about a red dress
 black shoes
 shiney black shoes
 high heeled
 maybe vinyl
 might have been leather
 you were mad at things
 out of your control
 like the past
 and the fucking weather
 your Mum's final words
 your father's letter

you woke up
and held me tight
i kissed your forehead
and in your sweat
i tasted the fright of
a hundred years of
broken promises
and rotten memories
of rotten people
of rotten gods
of earth
and the sky above
of dying stars
in pitch black bars

after awhile
you went back to sleep
I held you
much like soldiers
hold on to memories
of  war crimes
and foxholes
on the riviera.


-Alfred Huete
18 January 2011

Sarah Muñeca, Muñeca Sarah

 

Sarah Muñecae

my one true love
Sarah Muñeca, 
come on me again
my little girl,where do I begin
you are the only one for me
that's a good start
my princess with cold feet
and warm heart
My Sarah doll,Sarah doll



Sarah Muñeca my only one
Sarah Muñeca my only one
Sarah Muñeca my only one
I'm the only one for Sarah doll


Kiss my soul, do it and do it again
I'll bathe you in kisses
in moonlight again and again
My Sarah doll
bite your neck and hold you high
bite harder,make you sigh
write my thoughts on your back
then kiss your thighs
til the lighted room turns black
and all our movement is by scent
Easter everywhere,lent for rent
High above the golden tent...

Masticate my little bird
Such pretty wings on
My Sarah doll

My only muse,my divine
intervention
I'll kiss your soul
and do things
to you
I best not mention


Sarah Muñeca,my only one

Kiss my soul,kiss you again
In the room where it all begin


Sarah Muñeca my only one
Sarah Muñeca my only one
Sarah Muñeca my only one

I'm the only one for my Sarah doll

My Sarah doll
My Sarah doll,

Sarah Muñeca...

close your eyes
till I tell you to open them
hold my hand

til we merge ...

let's lift our arms
let's float away
over the tiny house...

tomorrow hit today.


-Alfred Huete
18 January 2011

get some

 i remember misery

 drunk in back alleys
 in rooms
 with pretty
 overpriced whores
 head pounding
 whores,too
 it was as numb
 as i ever got
 bad times
 those days
 of petty crimes,of
 black monk time
 nothing like a whore
 with a good record collection

i remember not giving two fucks
enough to pull the trigger
and do a jackson pollock
on them walls
them off white whore walls
nothing got a rise out of me
whatever was occuring
i just bit her ass
and rolled over
to another night
of backalley dreams
sweaty tits covered in cocaine sweat
and the stink of broken promises

i would awake at noon
and she cooked me breakfast
pull down the shades i shouted
are you bloody crazy?

i went to take a piss
as she burned the toast
and sang;'moon river'
as only one that has crawled
on floors 
on all fours
could
beautiful losers
always wear too much make up
that cheap shit,not even Mac

i ate my breakfast
washed it down with
warm diet coke
she sat on my lap
i put two fingers up her cunt
might have been three
she started moaning
making dolphine sounds

i closed my eyes
and thought of being 11
eating kit kat bars
and watching flipper.


-Alfred Huete
01 Febuary 2011

the space between

it's 5:00 AM & I'm naked
at the foot of dawn
i'm thirsty,hard,hungry
i smell like that
aroma theraphy junk
all green tea & bud light,
all over her body
all over my body
how did i come to this?

i once smelled like a revolution
now this
i once bathed in her menstrual blood
in dark corners of dark warehouses
look at the city lights,darling
understand,i was never there
do nothing
i understand fully,o angel
i lay on top of you
this is not love or even sex,

this is hardcore

i get holocausts
and ladyboys
a butterfly lands on my cheek
a small bird of prey circles
inches above my frizzy hair
i reach up & pull on
rotted leaves,
from bastard tree
i'm a nation
look me up,
i'm toll free

just be quick,
i can only pretend
our lives matter
for so long,

a mass of ass,
by 3:00 O'clock
we are all but one

you are my religion
here is a 100 dollar bill,
pay it in full,be done
i hope i'm never
proved wrong,
still
if,i'm
i'm already gone.

-Alfred Huete
01 February,2011

the teddy bear operation

i hate sex
loveless sex
the only kind
that gets you off
it's always the same
here's my cock
nine inches of remorse
here's your cunt
so much like a glided rose

and here's soul

only my soul
here's your ass
cheeks parted
you promise love
half hearted
you think
it's all i want,dart,
darted

I'll let you believe that
and I'll do this,
I'll ask you about your dreams
just some question
some act of mercy
and if you bothered
at all,look closer
it's some kind of
love.

now I'm tired
of thin girls
who never bet
and the velet walls
that never tell,yet
I keep kissing your neck
and listening
for a the curtains

i hope for an encore
a mark,so
certain.

-Alfred Huete
01 Feburary,2011

The Nooseletter.

i told her i loved her SHE called me her god
 i told her i wanted to protect her SHE was a good shot
 i told her she needed help SHE looked to the east
 i told her i was drunk on her ass SHE replied,'who isn't,beast(?)'
 i told her i was created for her,SHE spread her legs
 i told her i smoked way too much SHE mumbled;'standard utility'
 i told her i was running out of options SHE said she wanted to vist the narcotics zoo
 i told her i did not want to die in her cunt SHE said;bless my flow
 and when i shook her awake SHE said,please go

 ain't no right,ain't no fukk,ain't no september girls
 only lies,lying in bed

SHE stabbed me,nearly broke my nose,dented walls with my head
i felt so sad
i guess this is why
O why O why
god sodomized cain
goddamn your reign
goddamn the rain.

- Alfred Huete

07 Feburary 2011

just like cunt

used

too be used
at every turn
stabbing
lying
cheating
crapping
it was flawless
loose
new yorker
texan
limey
still
jet lagged
time
no
mind
never
mind
us
feeding
on
fast facts
slow gin
paper cuts
clear bandaids,
last night

you close a hole
you open,
9,
mine,mine,
NINE.


- Alfred Huete
07 FEB 2011