Younisos / Writer

the toe

Getting familiar with my own thin corpse… cadaverous flux beating along the writing process… kissing the goddess Rottenness in the mouth.

Anguish blooms on the dew of breath, when afternoon is nothing : sensory fullness… diaphanous blades stroking void… and my damn real guts shredded by nothing… atrocious plenitude of flowing nothingness. Cold tits  on the horizon.

 — When horror is off, you still swallow the horror of breathing.

These whining cats under my window in the warm night… like some doomed babies in a bad zombie movie…

I brought my rotten big toe to the doctor.  He said :  « They say you’re a cut-up writer…isn’t it ? … so… go on… cut off your damn toe !… antibiotics don’t work on writer’s flesh… your damn dismembered mind is infecting the air… go screw yourself with your meaty writing… cut off your fucking toe and put it down in your poetic carnage… »

Flux oozing its flat warm scum through doomed big toe while I embrace the cadaverous edges of my bones, savouring the ongoing plasmatic decay.

My body is getting bony, so bony… Few flesh left…

My writing comes up from the bone marrow, bled… dried up soon…  That would be the price to pay for being a  carnal  poet…  skeletal ?…

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Self-portrait by Younisos

 

 

 

3 responses

  1. Excellent cut up and prose poetry. The piercing on the psyche is incredible genius. You my friend have written a masterpiece. 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

    12 December 2019 at 0 h 27 min

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