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Johnny Noir : writer, author a decadent underground metaphysical poet and hardboiled crime novelist. too many fetishes to mention and much like the Marquis de Sade. his work can be perversely erotic or violently offensive depending on your taste.

SATANIC FEMALES WANTED

List of books:

Bullet Speak

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Johnny Noir's Works:

Novels: MAN IN A FRAME; THE LOSERS; BULLETSPEAK; THE LIAR'S GOSPEL; PINOCCHIOSTEIN; THE MAN WHO SHOT PARIS HILTON; CONFESSIONS OF A MAD DETECTIVE; CRIME PAYS

Poetry collections: Corpus Collosum; Gunrise; I Need An Ugly Girl To Make My Ugly Dreams Come True; Parcae Epoes; NeuRoPoems; Jesus Christ's Last Words (Selected Odes)

Johnny Noir Poems Skinny Granny The feet of a skinny granny in her ripped seamed stockings are entrepreneurs Making a killing in the cosmopolitan desert— I think of love when I can't sleep with her bony arms around me, What is it about Brigitte Bardot that makes her so big with the Existentialists, A Cat In The Rain There's nothing so sad as a cat in the rain in front of a cheap hotel waiting for his crackhead Biblical Logic Biblical logic has it that form emerged out of chaos Before creation began and how could it be otherwise— A creator who saw his own reflection in the deep Mistook that reflection for another creator and started a war Throat Slut A good Japanese whore comes cheap, If I met her by the hotel pool and had the chance to bang her I certainly would, a good Japanese whore comes cheap— Seven fat girls lined up in a holy chorus, Mona Lisa In Deco - For Kareena Tamara striding forth, paint brush in her hand Painted you, stylized eyeliner lining your shining dark eyes As the sun beams off your hands’ painted fingers Dark eyes gazing upon the cold metropolis snows From Gibson Girls To Flappers From Gibson girls to flappers spare me the tribal tattoos, While the rest of the world goes backwards in time, Timeless beauty has run out of time— Alternative beauty is just another word for ugly, Amish Girls Amish girls in ripped hose with their ass in the wind, Coming down the hill in springtime, juicy as ripe peaches, Every inch of sweaty pink cool, Asian wife and mother in pantyhose in the supermarket, I Wish I Had A Wishing Well The Jews really want to kill the Arabs And I think they might Like aliens from another world Coming as thieves in the night; Circles & Squares Ii I smear glue on her flesh and frame it, Nailing it to the wall like Christ’s red lights— Her daughter’s ass as pure as a high-heeled silhouette— Thank you god for your ugly yuppie gifts, Act I, Scene I, From The Gunmen A CHEAP HOTEL ROOM. A single unmade bed and a broken down chest of drawers with one or two drawers missing. There are three folding chairs at a broken down card table. SINGH wears a red turban and a dusty pinstripe business suit. He is in his mid-forties with a thick grey beard and sits in one of the folding chair. RAVI lanky and baby faced wearing a European tailored suit stands near the door a few feet away and lights a cigarette. Singh: Shit (The Poem) Shit— The first word spoken by the mouth about the ass— A fart, the first sound heard by the ear from the ass— A sneeze, the first sound felt by the brain— Red Balls Dropp Like Riddles From The Sk... Red balls dropp like riddles from the sky, The glowering green gnome whose face is naught, The thought too severe, God likes it this way, she said— What's Left Of Her Legs What’s left of her legs are still in stilettos, the bones of a clown, lucky me that she is fantastic and pale with nails driven into her navel— Her farts reaching to the sky, her turds washing up on the beach, Her ghostly white ass far out to sea— I am called a Christian though I worship Satan in his fancy black suit smoking an unfiltered cigarette— I Awoke From A Dream One day I awoke from a dream Wherein the world was asleep, No one was beside me, I wasn’t in bed, but on the subway