Writer / Carnal experimental poetry

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Sensorial horror

 

The obvious is atrocious.

Horror is life itself
flowing,
daylight, breath,
warm knives in the sluggish night.

… … …

Gutted
gutted silence.

 

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Drawing by Younisos

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The tongue of death

disemboweled bodies are dripping
dripping
through mutant interfaces of purplish syntactic vomit —

blown viscera grumbling the bright song of beheaded breath — sliced carotids puking red asemic phonemes — lonely corpse rotting in a quiet forgotten flat — sparkling liver hanged among cerulean orgies
and naked obscene blades and hysterical bloody cats shredding the sky and wide fresh tongues licking the punctuation of the flux

I can die alone in silence
it’s free

 

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Younisos


Carnal algorithm

 

pixels… rotting slowly in the sky
aborted androids connected to anti-plasma networks
synapses of horror… sodomizing the stem cells of encrypted fate —
binary decay algorithm jerking off on HTML plans
valid anal code
ecstasy…
activated
along rectal vortexes…
… Mary’s butt is looking at me

black cockroaches announce the blind name of the toxic fetus

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Digital self-portrait by Younisos


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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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

 


Aesthetics of carnage

My belly is a voracious beast, eager to tremors ;
it pukes strings of atrocities
gulps of tremulous terror
and sensual anxiety
without any purpose —

just for the killing joy
for the sensorial massacre
and the terebrant chant
— and the scarlet hole
in the skull
of the present.

Younisos