She smiles and giggles at how i repurpose my shirt ties into handcuffs and a blindfold with some basic knotwork.
She’s bound, tied and blind but not fearing for her life.
Curled toes and moans followed by grins indicate the reaching of a limit.
Excitement takes ahold and what escapes me looks like ropes across her body.
Further securing the visual bondage.
You choke the shaft of the brush,
wet the tip with what looks like spit
and begin to stroke.
I blush and hush my screams,
from seeing the streaking paint cream,
leaking onto your fists.
Yet you maintain a firm grip and
giggle at how I’m stoked
from your every brushstroke.
You’re talented, creative and reckless
when you allow the paint to spray onto your canvas.
You finger paint with the clumped up droplets and
smile at the masterpiece you accomplished.
While ignoring the paint sprinkled around your eye sockets.
Performing some of my joints regarding my recent travels to Europe and Indonesia. Started clean, ended dirty.
I got a chance to perform one of my joints while abroad in the UK. It was tremendously extravagant to have been accompanied by my two good mates. This poetry over music thing is starting to grow on me…
“In Chengdu, it’s called
‘Marinating with the Chickens.’ So… ‘Cluck, Cluck’ and go get your wet wipes b*tch!”
– E. Huang
What’s cooking, good looking? From afar you got me shookt, flipped and dipped into a craze of lust. Don’t fuss, and trust that I’m not just looking to bust these * doors… To leave you floored, scorned, n sore. Begging for more, than just muscle spasms. I fathom to give you mental * stimulus… From this rigorous syllabus, you will learn how ridiculously I yearn to see you squirm in love, with me. Persuading thee using this boulder sitting above my shoulders. Heart trying not to smolder and melt at how your bravura is felt. I suppose to slowly disclose how badly I want to rip off your *insecurities… Using my linguistic dexterity, you foresee I wish to kiss your lips. Those between your hypocrisies… I’m being real, no fugazis or forgeries, allow my words to steal and kidnap your feels. The sap leaking out my face-flap is all fact. I seek to hijack the damsel in distress being fed to the wrong mattress. And treat you like a GODDESS because you’re no mistress.
Dissect the Dialect 