On my desk, lies a flayed pig.
Among cerulean fires I see quivering steaks, and sliced breasts.
— Frightful phalluses soar in the air ; streams of blood splatter the atmosphere.
In sun’s hollow a vulva glows, strange crack, stuffed with gold and bright blue.
On white bed, lies a pig’s head — Fresh lips blooming on cream and strawberry, and the taste of death.
A huge carnage erupts in my head — In my dreams I hear the ruddy laughter of eleven gutted girls — blank rage — sensory blast — when I sleep I often have my throat cut — in heavens I see slaughtered oxen and thick pale boobs full of pulp.
In moon’s hollow an anus gleams, stuffed with silver and gutted dreams.
Wide creamy hips among meringue and cherry, and pork tongue — high lactescent butts in filmy night, and spurts of lunar cum.
The moon swells and bursts, milk springs and spreads — in white sky, I see the carmine meat of sixty thousand boneless nymphs.
Through celestial darkness now appear quivering rump steaks, and sliced livers.
On my desk, lies a butchered girl.
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6 May 2017 | Categories: Younisos | Tags: aesthetics of carnage, anal, big pale boobs, big pale tits, blood, bloody, bloody boobs, bloody tits, blowjob, busty, butchered girl, butchery, carnage, cosmic carnage, cosmic cum, cosmic massacre, cum, dark underground poetry, experimental, experimental poetry, extreme, fellatio, flayed ox, flayed pig, flesh, gore, gore literature, gore poetry, gore splatter, gore writing, killing, literature, liver, massacre, pale flesh, poem, poet, poetry, sensory, slashed girl, slasher, slashing, splatter, splatter poetry, text, tits, underground, writer, writing | Leave a comment
tits
pixeled soporific artifact
gelding the slack eye of void
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immanence lies on butchery freshness
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crowds of fetuses
agonising on the edges of meaty cliffs
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shredded squishy tongues dripping beneath the crude erection of becoming
—
anal flux
vanishing in flabby whining
over ramshackle gallbladder
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25 December 2016 | Categories: Younisos | Tags: anal, big boobs, big pale boobs, big pale tits, big tits, blood, bloody, boobs, busty, busty redhead, carnal, digital meat, experimental, experimental poetry, experimental writing, flesh, flux, google image, internet, literature, meat, pixels, poem, poetry, porn, pornography, postmodern, postmodern literature, postmodern poetry, postmodern writing, postmodernism, redhead, tits, web, writer, writing, younisos | Leave a comment
I might doze, right ? Railwaymen, brats, the sky — fuchsia bitchiness… Pissing on her thick hair and wide watery eyes. My cock cleanly cut, in the fridge. Banana spurted in the dark screaming at rectal attitude, disgorging streams of unspeakable reddened lymph, heart sap of the last laryngeal jerk. Long sausage gleaming beneath the knife. Bowel’s skin. Under the frail tangent of gutted Eros I stretch sparkling viscera along the crackling vomit of a mad alto sax. Free jazz sharpens my canines. Vaïna crawling on the lookout for poetic performances… she ended up impaled on the edge of bony glans. Ornette Coleman blessed her thigh filet sizzling on the grill. I puked two large bundles of erotic marshmallow, two milky girls sliced on the sensory block of the dying pudding. — As you like ladies, I’m always available for any ax and legs routine. Voracious. I never get enough meat for my thirsty marrow… Huge cream pies haunting the arterial roads of the day.
14 October 2015 | Categories: Younisos | Tags: big boobs, big pale tits, blood, boobs, busty, experimental, flesh, gore, literature, massacre, milky, pale boobs, pale tits, poet, poetry, splatter, tangier, tits, transgression, underground, writer, writing | Leave a comment
hordes
of flayed oxen
glowing in broken sensory flows
—
streams of beheaded redheads
pouring in the gray sluice of my torn skull
—
six hundred cold knives standing up in lunatic sheaves through the fiery dawn
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flood of tender thighs
milky blindness around morning light
…
and my brains
unctuous atrocious brains
licking the blade of tenderness
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22 March 2015 | Categories: Younisos | Tags: aesthetics of carnage, blood, bloody boobs, bloody redhead, carnal, cold dark poetry, cosmic, dark underground poetry, experimental, experimental poetry, extreme, flesh, gore, gore literature, gore poetry, gore writing, literature, pale flesh, poetry, redhead, skinned ox, splatter, splatter poetry, text, thigh, transgression, transgressive, underground, underground poet, younisos | Leave a comment
a thigh a thigh as it appears enlightened where the verb disappears into the muteness of the thigh abyss on silence and screams bloom in skin and curves through azure steaks and sliced breasts are quivering sidereal dissolution into bowels chaos of light spouting fury meaty colour shut up forget about psychoanalysis destroy screens withdraw your eyes from the swarm of speech be silent I planted the fork in the thigh and blood spurted three large scarlet drops on pale flesh three red rivulets that I savoured on the thigh with my tongue in bright flowing delight the pale obscenity of a smooth ass brightens my intimate atrocity in my glowing skull the light (suffused with crime) strips off the ultimate meat a thigh a thigh the sensory killing sings in sharp twists and quiet night lying through placid milk
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17 March 2015 | Categories: Younisos | Tags: aesthetics of carnage, blood, carnage, cut up, experimental literature, flesh, light, literature, massacre, pale flesh, postmodern literature, sensorial massacre, silence, thigh, transgression, transgressive, underground poet | Leave a comment
Hanging on the solar hook
of blind limpid sky,
a huge flayed ox
is crying
his thick
scarlet
tears.
—
Eleven bikini nymphs
wiggle
under the red rain
in September.
—
Dionysus snatches his heart
and throws it to the Maenads of the Web.
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A juicy redhead
shits her milk
on the slaughterhouses
of
Interzone
in 3001.
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The ax of Aesthetics
falls down on a nightclub
full of round skinned thighs …—
—
In my bed,
a huge flayed ox
is lying,
crushing the tender breasts
of my slashed milky girl.—
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…
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15 March 2015 | Categories: Younisos | Tags: aesthetics of carnage, anal, big pale boobs, blood, bloody boobs, boobs, busty, carnage, cleavage, dark poetry, dionysus, experimental, flayed ox, flesh, interzone, killing, literature, pale, pale boobs, pale flesh, pale girl, pale girls, pale tits, poem, poet, poetry, redhead, tangier, tits, writing | Leave a comment
streams of broken ribs
gutted fruity nymphs
meaty slanting flow
flooding gurgling
sap
…
mad sausages
whining milk
dappled mornings
creamy hole of light
— giant bone impaling the frail soft skin
of the present
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Younisos
10 March 2015 | Categories: Younisos | Tags: anal, blood, bloody, bone, bones, busty, carnage, dark poetry, dionysian poetry, experimental literature, flesh, gore literature, interzone, kill, killing, kills, literature, massacre, poem, poet, poetry, postmodern literature, ribs, underground poetry | Leave a comment
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