The Colorful World of Zoe Gold


twice now twice you cum 
hard, shaking, redfaced eyes rolled 
and i’m soaked 
my nipples the hardbrick spires on castles keeping watch for  woman waft for cunt heat  
drinking in your ganja’d mouth-spit at random 
i love this new piercing 
who said that? your…voice…what 
nobody here 
on my blow-up bed in a new town’s gathering dark 
my legs need a shave and my pussy needs 
or something 
and your brain is fucking my mnemonic mound, still, 
from your bed talking dirty nasty to me before 
like on cue there’s a mirror in this 3-day favor,  
apartment from old friend  
of old jealous girlfriend now calmed to sweety & catch-ups my red-eye then uber then here 
key under hall table dr teal shower 
i’ll open for biz and the pre-deposit outcall dates 
from the site we all use, on th’ morrow 
but i’m not… 
finished with you yet 
one more 
on the floor, feet against wall on each side of it, 
the thin glass silver sheet reflects every hair and avowal and every oh fuck rrrrrhhhrrrraaaawwrrrrfuuuuuck 
and jackhammer pistonwrist and 
soffffft kittentongue gentle fingertickle 
i’m my own star in solo messy  
there to bear witness to horny and alone 
and heat of my place in time 
butt arched, pussy splayed soft rubbery queefs like panther growwwwwl  my cat my Familiar a whisper of pee its first froth an evening tidepool ‘neath my cheeks 
asshole eager for undulation for Agape for full redpink rose  fingers deep in each, meeting my eyes in incestuous self discovery i’m close to shitting my legacy of small betrayals 
and i demand your face in my trough

pt. 1

a slip through a side-door psyche into a friend’s father
who paid discreet potboiling sums to eat my unwashed ass
& drink of my stream, its yellow coiled lava
of alcohol and nicotine stench
he of a black-mold america that lives
to fuck and kill its young
i to play his memory’s daughter new now to college and hugs
love you see you at break
i to wear some clothes he stole from her closet
black halter top, with the underarm rip
so maybe soon tossed
panties, not her best so perhaps not missed
stained first with my shit, set to dry..
makeup, his congealed vision of female youth tremor
explosante fixe undulating hips
smell of girl Ekstasis the labial gate soon slick soon wet
his guilt a string tied to white balloon
floating around her old room
over the house
droplets drop
his savored menarche his dream in dark basement
he readies the camera, mini-dv
and i
see Ellen’s smile my eyes through her mouth
daddy we shouldn’t
it’s not right
the sad quiet sigh of old snow
its angels long gone

Zoe Gold is/was a linguistics majorette, former meth-dive nude&toy-show stripper, escort, unrepentantly ratty pornstar, author & nice Jewish lezzie who got through it well enough to wrap up her DIY tell-all, coming soon to an online bodega near you.

Published by mistyrampart

Freelancer, poet, dreamer

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