Our Brown Lipstick
They are both wearing it
the same shade--
brother and sister
man and woman--
that dark brown chocolatey lipstick
Ay ya yay!
They are Kyopos, Korean-Americans
who have come back home
"our" home, they call it.
I haven't written any poetry. Novels are sitting dead
in hard drives, X drives, and drawers
scared to come out like small penises swimming in big drawers
They say outlet mall in Korean yet distribution center in english although the word outlet mall that they use in Korean was borrowed from English. It's like a 22 Catch. 2-3 means two strikes and 3 balls. At home I was born 10/12/1975 here it's 75/12/10.
I have an arm with 6 or 7 eight-inch long cat scratches. A girl I used to teach has one half inch cat scratch on her hand. She complains to me about how much it hurts. She's a Korean girl. The Korean ego is different. Korean empathy is different. I am supposed to feel for her, not rub it in her face that hers is nothing relatively. In fact relative thought barely exists here. It's heirarchichal thought. People are used to being told what to do by "our" brother and "our" country so that when they are left with a chance to think for themselves they are unequipped. It's a bit different than stupid. They are not stupid yet they'll be walking in the road and not think to get out of the way when a car comes.
With a little brown lipstick the Kyopo fits right in, deep deep bows, slave to Master
and smiles in the mirror.
- Moctezuma Johnson
(featured in the poetry forum 06.21.09)
Two Poems about One Girl
This girl's wearing boots and leggings
over stockings, the kind
that come up
like seran wrap
around the trunk
to the belly
short shorts
showing off the sexiest
chunk her leg has
and then a blouse
and a serape
I want to turn around and watch her walk
but I'm at the university, working
and that wouldn't be proper.
This girl's wearing chapstick boots
and yogurt on her stockings
the kind that you make at home
with scalded milk and a big thick
heating system
onto the belly
short shorts
chunky legs sexiest in shorts
abuse of a blouse
the buxom beauty hanging
shaking
like a cow walking, grazing
the campus
I stare. Fuck being proper.
- Moctezuma Johnson
(featured in the poetry forum 11.25.08)
So wrong it's right, no. So right it's wrong!
driving really fast up this winding
mountain road
It's me again, still insensitive
I was in the car
she went on: "…while he shoved his cock
deep into my mouth."
she stopped. "More," I said.
listening to Jay-z and B.I.G.
I destroyed my girlfriend
some married woman just called me
to say she bought me a present
I am devoted to my girlfriend, something
quite new for me
tore her soul into pieces of paper
into ash, let it scatter out the window
I made her take the call, squatting the way these
flexible Asians can. The kimchi squat.
in the bedroom hours later I asked her
to role-play. I like hearing her say
she sucked another cock, it's so illicit
don't even know where this came from
maybe cause she's devoted to me
just how yes they do. Tell me what you did
in the stairwell today.
"I squatted down and let some guy start
kissing my neck. Then I opened wide
I called her while she was (while I was)
feeling rock solid and bullet proof
you get this info kind of subconsciously
so I called her and she went to the staircase
so wrong – it's right
you know the adage, two wrongs don't
make—. Well my adult life discovered
she was crying. "I never crossed that line
and just saying it destroys me."
- Moctezuma Johnson
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 |
