Younisos / Writer

Posts tagged “postmodern writing

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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Raw flux

brainless blast squeezing sharp bones crushing glowing livers / logical red foam / I doze / split azure / singing on black mire / oblong eager pig
my ode to phallic bleeding  joy

as big Bone pops in heavens

raping cosmogonist tits disconnecting your narcissistic circuits / rotting ego in juicy butt radiating steel dripping creamy dreams of infinitesimal anus cleaving golden skulls tearing my brain through fresh casts upon killing sweetness / drawing carmine jets / large schizoid knives
bits of howling viscera on blue skinned horizon / earwigs puking silver cockroaches / crippled throat

torn blowjobs

mind has to be shred / bursting the helpless eyes of the empirical world surging lightning curves to slash chronic nonsense and other rancid hopes cranking strings of guts over scarlet rivers
quartered satin thighs / wild pubic dreams kill stripping moon and make it spit its stillborn milk / legs slipping / fresh cracked ass

unbridled fury of  …  large eggs  /  winged sap blank slots and plump cherries while foul cerulean sky pours its atrocious light on hungry oranges

fluffy rectums purring at the bottom of other creamy roundness and
heady saliva of

schizo ginger girl

 

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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 /

 


Meat, void, and carnage

 

horror — is nothing — my bowels per se — had razors at lunch — horror — nothing — blank sun — iced virtual fuck — my liver — frozen — snatched breath — squeezed red cells — blowing off the dark sap of my plasmatic silence

silence

 

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Self-portrait by Younisos

 


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

 


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.
http://www.paraphiliamagazine.com/oneirosbooks/cut-up-2/
http://www.amazon.com/Anthology-Inspired-Cut-Up-William-Burroughs/dp/1291745920  
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