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
We’re done with books. Double dish of peas and the killing joy squirting through radioactive brains. I’m a carrion, more or less. Busty scarlet woman is the killer. Deadly bright tits destroy all rational thought (Bill just screwed the ginger boy). Sodomy is the tight blank fullness of silence. Big Bone is masterminding the next great aesthetic Butchery. Danaé will terrorise the keyboard and the verb. Her pale blinding boobs are cutting up human software. I’ll sit and let carnal light break up heavens. The writer eats the blade as he can when mad sun shows up with silver giant dildos and tiny blank skirts.
Younisos
1 April 2015 | Categories: Younisos | Tags: aesthetics of carnage, anal, anal dildo, anthropophagia, big bone, big pale boobs, breast, busty redhead, carnage, carnal light, cut up, erotic, eroticism, experimental, experimental literature, experimental writing, flesh, ginger, light, literature, pale, pale boobs, pale flesh, pale redhead, pale tits, poetry, postmodern, postmodern poetry, postmodernism, redhead, scarlet woman, sodomy, transgression, william burroughs, writing | 2 Comments
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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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.
—
A juicy redhead
shits her milk
on the slaughterhouses
of
Interzone
in 3001.
—
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
Blood
lights up in azure.
Earth cries her paranoid sap.
Poetry is slicing the thighs of tenderness.
Creamy naiads
refresh
the fluffy hole of anal roar.
Thus,
my phallic skull
is singing
the sensorial immanence
of
sweet milky massacres
and
burning streams of silence.
—
Younisos
12 March 2015 | Categories: Younisos | Tags: anal, bloody boobs, bloody tits, carnage, flesh, massacre, pale flesh, poetry | Leave a comment
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