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Whore Next Door

you are the whore next door
I see you every day
stripping down into your panties
bending over to the oven
you're some hockey player's wife
they say. they don't know you. not
like I know you, your long blonde
hair, your thick curves—you're like
a porn star. my personal porn star.
I lower the lights so you can't see me
in the brownstone across the way
jerking off saying your name: Anya.
at least that's what I imagine your
name to be. you give me a flesh of
breast meat. I'm addicted. I'll watch
you everyday now. everyday after
I come home from middle school.

- moctezuma johnson

difference between girls and bitches

girls know a lot about love
bitches know a lot about men

girls cover up their chests when you look
bitches squeeze their cleavage

girls giggle when you walk by
bitches stare then call your name

girls wear jeans
bitches wear skirts

girls wear dresses
bitches wear miniskirts and stockings

girls wear underwear
bitches wear thongs

girls wear sneakers
bitches wear pumps

girls say make love to me
bitches say pound me till I'm black and blue

- moctezuma johnson

Blue Skies Again

…to hell with the world.
that old cliché
let em nuke the muhfuckas
you know, damn it, Microsoft
stop auto-capitalizing my first word
you dumb cunt
I am in my car. how
did Bill Gates get in my car again?
a piece of shit,
13 years old now
same age as my pre-pubescent
undeveloped
not fully formed wisps of crazy jelly brain,
some moron isn't watching where
he's walking
a mom runs in front of traffic
with two 4 or 5 year olds
in tow
now splattered on the concrete
I wonder:
how can we have economies, civil wars
markets, MREs, SAMs, and the like
and such and still be so dumb?
a pop song comes on the radio—
you know the one by the teen blonde
I want to stick my johnson in
the one my girlfriend wishes
I didn't want to stick my moctezuma in
the one my girlfriend wishes
she was
up there on stage with all that testosterone
wanting to stick all its johnsons and moctezumas
up her many waiting holes—
I turn it up and speed away

- moctezuma johnson

True Gossip

All the women here are beautiful. All.
I have to chance to resist
never noticed she looked like my crush
from 11th grade
I never dared talk to

This one was cool and funny
with tits like zeppelins
crashing into her chest
an ass like a plum with the stem
just yanked out
as delicious as any William Carlos Williams ate

She told my girlfriend all about our affair.

- moctezuma johnson

BEFORE

I wanted to dunk her
donuts. Pull her forward
you know, tits out,
and dip them in her coffee
one by one.

I saw the silhouette of
her American flag bra,
Come, bra,
to my plaid couch,
won't you?

DURING

I did her from behind.

So, I made her
looser, stretched her, then
unloaded a
whole batch!

Her first facial, that

moment, a Sunday morning
unshowered, that sexy thing
lacked ever laying
under a load.
She drove back to her husband.

AFTER

She lay there
with it all over her face
her husband never did this to her
she smoked her cigarette
Now I was sick of her.

- moctezuma johnson

Let me snap back
(Moctezuma's version of "Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds")

I let the words fly
ride. Swing down,
pick my, well, you know
trumpet deep in the headphones
like it's in the corner of a club.
The club is dark, real dark. It has four
levels. I am swimming through
each level, peaking higher and higher
as I cloud up, nearly flying, trying,
dying, to reach through the stained glass
ceiling where the paisleys are made.

There's a hot blonde, a model, the kind
that's starting out, nearly seventeen tonight
I pull it out, right, and show it to her:
"Take your shit back to the factory,"
I love all the answers, "So wack to me,"
I say and keep flying up, yes, higher
higher, did that happen? Her head is
the size of the club and coming right at
me powered by a hundred rotors
that spin sideways desperately in need
of tail rotors, faint floaters, soft motors
I observe and swerve past a couple

looking close I see her skirt is up
around her belly and his cock is pounding
in and out of her ass. It's the girl
with the helicoptering rotors' motor.
She's got coke up her nose, makes
all them space cadets hoes.

- moctezuma johnson

The Book of Imaginary Girlfriends

Come quick, before my wife gets back
I got to tell you
her breasts were literally two mountains
no volcanoes
these hoes, whoa!
with that pristine white soft porcelain
hematite
she was lava flowing from that central
explosion, yes,
that's the word
somehow I didn't get burned
only hardened.

- moctezuma johnson

Of course she'd kill me if she knew I was straying

Quick! Listen, she's putting on her creams.
The other one said I was fantastic
swelled my ego like balls before the money shot
the way she was wet and moaning—she
forgets to speak sometimes—just moans
her answers, looks incredible in a towel:
black hair against white skin.
Problem, she wants to leave hairbands, creams
and a toothbrush here.

- moctezuma johnson

The Masturbation Poems

1.

When I touch your breast
it's language planted in my brain
universe-nucleus
if I translated it it would say something like:
jerk it! yes, jerk it!
at peace
in place
when I touch your breast am
no longer full nor hungry

2.

She has a vein up her chin
that he likes to kiss and lick
She was shy about it
now offers it to him
along with her large thighs
awesome tight waist and huge bust
and intellect
like a mosquito floating
in a beer
or hot student asleep in class
legs slightly parted.

- moctezuma johnson

I, a bad clam

I want to be the chicken
uncooked on the stove

waiting naked in the pan
pale and skinless

I want to be the sizzle
of olive oil

I want to be the city, the
boil of trains tunnels bridges
clubs: pick ups

The city asked me to be
the discharge after
the vomit riding the pipes

in your throat
after a bad clam

This city needs me to be
chicken destroyed in the
bird flu scare

- moctezuma johnson

untitled

That's right! I'll crawl the sewers
catch the rats and the shadows
in my hand examine the infinities
that panic the nexus of the brain.
I'm the one to eat no matter how
hairy the beave is! I'm El Chupacabra I'm Ra
I'm the quetzal and the coatl
I'm the smoking mirror
the human sacrifice:
the body flying down many
pyramid steps.

- moctezuma johnson

A bit about Moctezuma:
It is rumored that Moctezuma Johnson was found in a New Jersey sewer in 1975 although this cannot be verified. He is known for his phosphorescence and luminosity as well as his septic filth. You could consider him something of a Ra merged with Yeti - an improbable spin of DNA mixing plant, animal, and human. Also, he writes a weekly column for a local newspaper in Oaxaca, Mexico where he lives with his clan.

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