Viscera in plastic bag
pancreatic cancer rings once
just say bye bye and rot in peace /
anal-galactic intercourse doesn’t wait /
one more time they crucified Dionysus in Wall Street and they stuffed his eyeballs with semiconductors /
the blue-eyed butcher refreshes his cock in skimed milk but I’m expecting more beheaded dolls on the run /
blood
dropping
between the lines
how can I clean up all that blood
in
my
bed /
“anal-galactic intercourse doesn’t wait”
oh! my…I love that line…this whole poem is raw and in your face poetic experimentation and cut up. Man, I love what you do with words and poetry.
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4 February 2019 at 20 h 01 min
Glad to hear that from you Charlie… Thank you !
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4 February 2019 at 21 h 47 min
Bad Aura Simon Says
https://charliezero1.wordpress.com/2019/02/04/bad-aura-simon-says/
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4 February 2019 at 22 h 08 min
I really appreciate the fact that you like the raw side… Thanks !
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4 February 2019 at 22 h 00 min
I’m a big fan of yours and your work on the darker side of poetic experimentation and cut up. 🙂
P.S I posted a new poem. Now, read carefully because there’s 3 unusual repeated words and 1 familiar word that you kind crack. Trust me…its a cut up poem. 🙂
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4 February 2019 at 22 h 02 min