Sensory aphonia
screaming flesh
is silence
lunatic slot
cerulean throat
bits of howling melons
enlightened blowjobs
sweet sweet stench of alleys
corpse is silence
fluffy dying
rotting rapture
satin skin disgorges its glowing opal voiceless
diaphanous milk
bony belly smashes the cartilages
of objectivity
pubic sausage
kills the thigh
of tenderness
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Cut-up alley
guts
torn along alleys darkened by howler assassins
warm heart snatched gray wall agony sawn neck dazed blade rusty dull —
my
entrails on the table sheared light drilled multiple vertical crack slow
impalement walking through the cut-throat street broken ribs hoping for
some
headless glow cracking the cartilage of the spear yelling loud twirling
blinding furious cock singing upcoming murders licking sweet thighs
killer Bone
gleaming biting hilarious rump steak blood mixed with fresh brains
spattered on
Mary's cleavage the artist is not an ego she went home licking her own
tits that's my skull “the-flow-flows” could coincide with :
SILENCE
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Bony madness
a radical blade extends its iced platinum
on sawn skulls —
huge eggs
crimped marrow
mad cartilages
erect bone breaking up heavens
flabbergasted guts
puke their meaty screams
on lymphatic aphonia —
flat ribs
blown gelatin
stillborn green sky
crippled fractal twisted smash
and my frightened glands
fall apart
in ionic cracklings
slicing the synaptic song
of dismembered aesthetics —
cold breast
sidereal gristle
bony phallic killing
slashed immanence
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Younisos is the author of Carnage sensitif. He lives in Tangier.
The password is "aphonia", your Immanence.
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