Kim! There’s people that are dying!”

— Kourtney Kardashian to her sister Kimberly, upon the loss of Kim’s $75,000 diamond earring on a Bora Bora vacation, 2011.

 


 

O SILICONE CONCUBINE, HEIRESS DISOWNED,
DID YOU MIND THAT WE LAUGHED AT YOUR ANGUISH?
RESONATING THROUGH PALACE LIKE TWO GLIDING CYMBALS
HELD BETWEEN FINGER AND THUMB

O SILICONE CONCUBINE, HERE IS THE BAPTIST
SERVED ON A PLATE FOR YOUR FIERCENESS,
THROUGH YOU WE FOUND THE VOCABULARY TO NAME OUR BADDEST
YAS QUEEN; YAS SALOME; AMEN.

SERVING BIBLICAL SEDUCTRESS REALNESS,
SERVING BODY-ODY-ODY, SERVING FACE,
SERVING HIP BEFORE GLORIOUS HIP,
CRACKING AND TWISTING AND JERKING.

AND DANCING IN THE VIOLET AIR,
LIKE A BRONZEN IDOL GLOWING
SASHAY SASHAY SASHAY
DOES SHE IMAGINE WE MELT AWAY?

SALOME, SALOME, A BANQUET IN HEAVEN,
TONIGHT YOU SHOULD DINE ON THE STARS,
MILK THE MOON AND DRINK FROM THE SUN.
THESE ARE THE SYMBOLS YOU’VE HELD HOSTAGE.

FOR IN YOUR DANCE LIES YOUR MISERY
THE HUMAN CONDITION LAID BARE:
“IF I GET BLEACH ON MY TSHIRT;
IMMA LOOK LIKE AN ASSHOLE.”

“DADDY SAID I COULD HAVE ANYTHING I WANTED.
HE OFFERED THE JEWELS AND BAUBLES OF HIS KINGDOM,
HE OFFERED THE MOON PRUNED FROM HIS VAULT,
OR A NEW IPHONE TO REPLACE MY CRACKED ONE,”

“BUT I CHOSE HIM, THE BAPTIST, THE SANCTIFIER:
DID HE DIE FOR HIS LAMB AND HIS COUSIN?
DID HE DIE FOR TURNING THE RIVER JORDAN HOLY?
DID HE DIE FOR HAVING 10,000,000 FOLLOWERS?”

RESPLENDENT JENNER, HIGH MOTHER, APOLOGIES,
HOW WERE YOU TO KNOW THAT YOUR RECOMMENDATION,
“KILL THE BAPTIST, MURDER THE BAPTIST,”
WOULD BE THE ONE YOUR DAUGHTER AGREED TO?

DID YOU MIND IT WHEN SHE KISSED HIS PALING FACE?
DID YOU MIND IT WHEN SHE RAN UPSTAIRS TO CRY?
DID YOU MIND IT THAT SHE LOST HER EARRINGS IN THE SEA?
“KIM, THERE ARE PEOPLE THAT ARE DYING.”

SHE KNELT IN THE BATH TO CLEAN HIM OFF
HAVING KNOWN BLOOD TO NOT BE SO RED
“DOES IT NORMALLY WEIGH SO HEAVY?”
“DOES IT NORMALLY STAIN THE SKIN?”

THE DOOR SWINGS OPEN, A MAN ENTERS
CAMERA AFFIXED TO HIS HEAD LIKE THE DEVIL
A SILENT FORCE HAD BEEN LISTENING FROM THE OTHER ROOM
AND SHE IS CAPTURED IN THE BLOOD OF THE BAPTIST.

“SO, ALL WE DO IS TAKE A LITTLE OFF THE HIPS,
TAKE THE VARICOSE FROM INDIGO TO PEACH
ENLARGE THE BREASTS, RAISE THE EYES,
AND FASHION A HALO ONTO THE BACK OF HER HEAD”

BUT, THIS WAS PAINTED IN 1452 BY A MILANESE.
WHY WOULD YOU? FOR THE SAKE OF WHOM?
“IF IT’S GOING TO BE POSTED ON ALL HER SOCIALS
SHE CAN’T LOOK SO … PEDESTRIAN.”

DO YOU THINK KIM EVER COMES ACROSS THE SHOW
LATE AT NIGHT FLICKERING THROUGH THE IDIOT BOX?
MAKES CONTACT WITH HER OWN IMAGE?
MAKES CONTACT? KEEPS UP?

DO YOU THINK KIM SLEEPS AND DREAMS?
DREAMS OF A NEW BIBLE TO REPLACE THE OLD ONE?
WHERE GIRLS LIKE HER AREN’T DEMONISED
BUT EXALTED AS THE EMPRESSES OF A NEW CULTURE?


WORDS BY SAINT TORRENTE

IMAGES VIA SAINT TORRENTE’S VIDEO PRFORMANCE OF SALOMÉ

Saint Torrente’s poem débuted in the first edition of our zine, TAH VOL.1. To read the full zine, for free, click here.

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