Younisos / Writer

Posts tagged “carnal

Writing

Writing is abject… it’s jerking off with your own lymph, stinking viscera, fatty gall … curdled petrified guts winding along cracked ribs, sneaking into the ass … intimate verbal butchery ending in rectal trip, and all the split carcass along the vertebrae and the gaping entrails under the sun finally shredded in fresh tremor on December’s shivering cobblestones.

 

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Self-portrait by Younisos

 

 


Sensory aphonia

bright flesh
is silence
— You’re a psychopath, she yelled.
— My throat is weak, I said. My esophagus pissing blood on the blank page, ignoble online cake puking digital rosaries … um … the universe is a big obscene pie —
Sweet slices of butt crawling in my head …
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Younisos

 

 


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 /

 


Meaty pixels

tits
pixeled soporific artifact
gelding the slack eye of void

immanence lies on butchery freshness

crowds of fetuses
agonising on the edges of meaty cliffs

shredded squishy tongues dripping beneath the crude erection of becoming

anal flux
vanishing in flabby whining
over ramshackle gallbladder

 


Synaptic rush

her nails
yelling
on the blank abyss
of my balls /

gutted foamy anguish stroking the hanged carcass of
nonsense /

ectoplasmic mushrooms
glowing through sticky brain molasses /

sensual anxiety shitting its fuchsia gall on the final cake of sidereal panic /

vital beat is raping
me

 

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Younisos

 


Carnal flux

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

flood of tender thighs
milky blindness around morning light

and my brains
unctuous atrocious brains
licking the blade of tenderness

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