Connected corpse
Connection is rotting,
pouring its pixeled fever into the bowels of global death.
Breath is decaying
— Google is puking the void
of its dark cum.
Binary putrefaction
leads the blank becoming
of
beheaded
urge.
Tits and butt will take you online
to the algorithm
of your own corpse.
by Younisos
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My favorite line of yours:
” Google is puking the void
of its dark cum.”
Very dark and surrealism of its transgressive poetic brilliance.
Why do you come up with this incredible lines?
I’m so glad we are talking and reading each other’s work. This poem of yours is one of my favorites. 🙂
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6 February 2019 at 20 h 13 min
Thank you Charlie …
I really don’t know how such lines come up …
You can not explain the writing flux.
For me carnal experimental poetry is also chaos and silence… yes… sometimes it’s just raw horror and silence… and I can not decide when or how a line comes up. And I can stay long time without a single line.
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6 February 2019 at 22 h 20 min
I love the appreciation of silence being its form of meditation and tapping into the chaos of the world horror.
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6 February 2019 at 23 h 53 min