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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18 February 2019 | Categories: Younisos | Tags: avant-garde, bloody, cut up, cut up flux, cut up method, cut up poetry, cut up writing, cutup, erotic, eroticism, excess, experimental, experimental poetry, experimental writing, flesh, flux, gore splatter, porn poetry, postmodern, postmodern literature, postmodern poetry, postmodern writing, postmodernism, splatter, splatter poetry, transgression, transgressive, underground, writing | 3 Comments
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
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
…
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