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Rotten flux

Words are dead pigs on the slab. I’m done. Only blank void can fill the visionary gut. Non eatable giant steaks are bloodying my digital corpse. Writing makes my brains puke the sap of inner cannibal urge. Shit and love and round flesh trickling down through the asshole of agonizing fate.
Daylight is a corpse, nothing more than a corpse.

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Younisos

9 October 2019 | Categories: Younisos | Tags: agony, corpse, experimental, experimental writing, extreme, flesh, flux, nothingness, prose poetry, putrefaction, transgression, transgressive, underground, underground poetry, viscera, visceral, visceral poetry, void, writing | 3 Comments

Digital putrefaction

Images are dripping…
Cancer is coming, soon…
Cyber-mushrooms puke their mad fuchsia sap in the ears of crippled desire.
— Sophisticated civilization disgorges the most rotten meats.
I have no smartphone. Death is coming, baby…
Digital infection invades the flux, huge abomination… putrescent, crawling larvae, chips and microchips swarming in pus.
Where is my cock ?
Solar vertical forces are swallowed by slugs, worms and virtual octopuses.
Why don’t you slay me, baby ?

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Self-portrait by Younisos

9 September 2018 | Categories: Younisos | Tags: algorithm, cancer, castration, computer, connection, cyber, dark poetry, dark underground poetry, death, decomposition, digital, digital flesh, experimental, experimental poem, extreme, flesh, infection, internet, literature, meat, network, poems, poetry, prose poetry, putrefaction, rotting, smartphone, transgression, transgressive, web, writing, younisos | 1 Comment

The Song of the Cosmic Butcher

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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Carnal flux

hordes
of flayed oxen
glowing in broken sensory flows
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streams of beheaded redheads
pouring in the gray sluice of my torn skull
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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
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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

Cut-up alley

guts torn along alleys darkened by howler assassins warm heart snatched gray wall agony sawn neck dazed blade rusty dull my entrails on the table sheared light drilled multiple vertical crack slow impalement walking through the cut-throat street broken ribs hoping for some headless glow cracking the cartilage of the spear yelling loud twirling blinding furious cock singing upcoming murders licking sweet thighs killer Bone gleaming biting hilarious rump steak blood mixed with fresh brains spattered on Mary’s cleavage the artist is not an ego she went home licking her own tits that’s my skull “the-flow-flows” could coincide with : SILENCE

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Younisos is in the CUT UP Anthology

I’m in CUT UP!, the amazing anthology edited by A.D. Hitchin and Joe Ambrose.
My contribution, “Self Cut-Up in Tangier“, is a bloody cut-up on my own texts.

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http://www.paraphiliamagazine.com/oneirosbooks/cut-up-2/

http://www.amazon.com/Anthology-Inspired-Cut-Up-William-Burroughs/dp/1291745920