She’s gonna fuck you up.
Oṃ jayantī mangala kālī bhadrakālī kapālinī. Durgā ksamā śivā dhātrī svāhā svadhā namō’stutē
You can’t get away. She’s taking it all away. Faithful unto her, I stand alone. You will get nothing you want, no power to be had- strip you of your carnal filth and maggot filled mind- you wear the locks of hell, be thankful she noticed. She’s not the mother you hoped she would be, sexy and yet ugly, angry and yet wise. Cry, she’s not listening. She hears something else. Bled but not fed, eat shit and die. Kali is Kali and there’s nobody else. You want pretty and clean. You want comfort and nipples. You’re getting rocks down your throat, you’re getting drug to the bottom. Headless and paralyzed, starved and rejected. She’s not the one you imagined. She’s a celibate whore, she’s a virgin in white. She’s the hole in your ass, she knows everything. In and out. In and out. In and out. In and out. Shes going to spit you out in the sink. She’s going to split you open on your dime. She’s going to turn you inside out like you’re reversible. Take a look inside at the cunt who wears no underwear.
That’s right, it’s all about me and my curvy headless body. I’m not immune to nightime. A sinking moon doesn’t sing bedtime songs and a sharpened boomerang can’t stop itself from coming back to its impotent thrower. She’s not letting you off her hook, she’s not changing your dimensions. Sit and listen to what you’ve done, smell the foul mess you’ve made. Her face isn’t black, her tongue isn’t lusting, her letters are the message in between the lines you don’t see or hear. And I really don’t know, I’m just doing my thing….Kali is a widow because the man is always dead. Kali is a junkie because the knot is always aching. Kali is a wall because there is never a door without her.
You’re praying to her and you hope she hears. You want out. You want in. Make up your mind. A body with no head. A mind without a heart. Sucking dying fish, blank faced and squirmy. Stuck in her sticky blubber. Don’t call me Kali. Don’t call me goddess.
Stop whining and do it yourself.
From the floor of your pit, there hasn’t been sunlight in years, looking up but no one is coming. It’s all about leases and numbers and giants that make more. It’s about losers with halos frisking the visitors at the morgue. Useless flat footed child of Satan, good luck making ends meet when you get to my world.
Corruption and a long long time ago we met. Seduction and a long long rope with your name. You hung yourself because I let you. It’s me. It’s all me…two wrongs do make a right and that’s Kali…and so I never lift a finger. I never do a thing. I just spin the wheels of your fear with my miraculous mind, a mind mounted and golden. Her maya of your thoughts -thoughts you thought were yours-are her weapons against you. Mind is eternal and so sooner or later you’ll need to stop blaming me. I am not confined by your rules and ideas of me. I am not confined by pretense and the need for survival.
I’ll do it my way.
We came out of her mouth and her throat swallows the void. it’s hopeless without her stomach to stop it. Face the projection and scream into the light. Always pregnant, don’t go there alone. I am waiting, always waiting for a tap on my silver web, deadly as always, as bright and devouring as a less heavenly Venus. There is only one of Her.
Don’t lose sight of the wandering star. The blackness of darkness forever….
I am the light.