Younisos / Writer

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 /

 

5 responses

  1. “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

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