DANIEL DE CULLA

 

 

I Dream Of My Beloved Trump

 

A poetess friend of mine from Guadalajara

Who has spent a lot of time in Miami

And recited at the Spanish Cultural Center

Tells me she's shed her menstrual blood

Dreaming of a loved one named

Anthony Trump of the Cock

Surnamed like that "Made in the USA" President

Devoted to the women’s breasts like him.

She tells me with love:

Anthony was the third

To stain my vaginal honor

With great satisfaction

And with a cheekiness that pleased me

When he said

While penetrating me completely and ejaculated:

-Stay in bed, woman

You're already saved.

Enjoy your meringue orgasm

While my holy flesh protects you

And signals you with its glans.

I'm so envious of this Anthony Trump of the Cock.

And I've asked my friend

Whose name is Conception Wall Broken

To take me to her house

That I want to show her my penny.

So, she can tell me if it's the same

As or better than that fucking gentleman of hers.

She agreed and is taking me with her

To her house in Azuqueca de Henares

Located behind the Church of Saint Michael.

While we were already in the dining room

She marveled at my penis

Exclaiming with an indefinite laugh:

-Oh, blessed Saint Anthony.

That glans of your prick

Resembles the face of my beloved Anthony.

Well, his head is bald like it

That's why I called him "bald."

Walking toward me

And taking it by the hand

Spitting on it

Taking it to her garden

Taking off her fallen panties

I don't know how

Whether by magic or not

She turned it into a dove

Seeing that night was coming

And the lips of her vagina were closing.

I told her:

-Wretched woman

 You have no God’s forgiveness.

Your pussy is saved

That's why I'm devouring you.

I screwed her body

I bit her tongue

And without it she was left.

 

Pot Of Mushrooms

 

When we pray, when we sing

I think about the Feast of Love

Because I've committed to my girlfriend

To go to eight o'clock in the evening Mass every day

If she gives me good Sex

On the hairy altar of her Mount of Venus

With two assholes and one meatus.

One evening when we were joyfully celebrating

To elevate my love to her love

Which throbbed between her thighs

Like a raw clam with lemon

I wanted to introduce her to a succulent cactus

Elongated and with thorns

To see and learn

How her endemic reproductive system behaved

And if it could influence climate change.

I thought she wouldn't allow it

But she did

So much so that when she had it in her hands

To guide it to her vagina

And see as in a mirror

That this one was like that

Of her fuck buddy Plutarch

A Cuban from Torrevieja, Spain

She sighed feeling very happy.

This Havana cactus brought her a message of love

For reaching me with gentle caresses

She spoke to me of her soul and her feelings

Begging me that this cactus take

The best place in the pot of her mushrooms

That she had planted and bought

On Blacksmiths Street in Burgos.

 

DANIEL DE CULLA

 

DANIEL DE CULLA: Writer, poet, painter and photographer. Member of the Collegiate Association of Spanish Writers, Earthly Writers International Caucus, Poets of the World, (IA) International Authors, Surrealism Art, Friends of The Blake Society, Nietzsche Circle and others. Director of Gallo Tricolor Review and Robespierre Review. He has participated in numerous Poetry and Theater Festivals, has collaborated and collaborates with various magazines and newspapers such as: Otoliths; The Stray Branch, Down in the Dirt Magazine, Allien Buddha Zine, The Poet Magazine, Uppagus, ReSite, GloMag, Fleas on the Dog, LAROLA, RAL'M, Misery Tourism, Leavings, The Creative Zine, Terror House Press; and other national ones: Pluma y Tintero, Letras de Parnaso, Revista Azahar, Cultura de Veracruz; Vericuetos,  Sol Cultural Center, etc.