tangier | Flesh, Excess and Transgression / Carnal Experimental Poetry / Younisos

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

14 September 2018 | Categories: Younisos | Tags: absurd, bloody, cadaver, corpse, dark poem, death, decomposition, disemboweling, dying, experimental art, experimental poem, gutted, gutting, language, poem, poet, poets, postmodern, postmodern poetry, postmodernism, putrefaction, rotted, rotting, sensorial, sensory, tangier, to die, transgression, transgressive, underground, writer, writers, writing, younisos | 4 Comments

Bowels

Bowels stretched on the verb — bowels cut up for the sake of the blank enlightened cadaver of wailing prose — my sweet liver, raped in the hardened crypts of deep east…

Bowels, torn, sheared in blind deaf images… only viscera could flow in scarlet silence — breath perpetuates the agony that pierces the pancreas of the flux — cancer and lust are sodomizing each other deep in dawn around the Wi-Fi substratum of death.

Younisos

13 September 2018 | Categories: Younisos | Tags: bloody, bowels, cancer, computer, dark, dark poetry, darkness, death, experimental, experimental poem, experimental prose, flesh, guts, intestine, literature, prose, prose poetry, sex, tangier, viscera, visceral, writing, younisos | 3 Comments

Excess

square bone gushes on the mangled edge of darkish spatters while smooth whores wail and writhe in the woods my TV died of testicular cancer shiny tits illusion sparkles around synthetic mountains through the holy sleep the big toe survived the plague and now it’s squirting words of milky wisdom and black crackling cum the square jaw has come
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sensual anxiety puking its fuchsia gall on the final pie of sidereal panic
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slit human spleen
drowsing in a silver bag
cold lymph shower
on the back of the three dicks beast
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cut off my toe NOW
it’s rotten
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obviousness
is
scarlet

25 November 2017 | Categories: Younisos | Tags: excess, experimental, experimental poetry, flesh, literature, poem, poet in tangier, poetry, poets in tangier, postmodern, postmodern poetry, postmodernism, prose, prose poetry, tangier, transgression, underground poetry, underground writer in tangier, younisos | Leave a comment

Creamy carnage — Excerpt from the forthcoming book of Younisos

I might doze, right ? Railwaymen, brats, the sky — fuchsia bitchiness… Pissing on her thick hair and wide watery eyes. My cock cleanly cut, in the fridge. Banana spurted in the dark screaming at rectal attitude, disgorging streams of unspeakable reddened lymph, heart sap of the last laryngeal jerk. Long sausage gleaming beneath the knife. Bowel’s skin. Under the frail tangent of gutted Eros I stretch sparkling viscera along the crackling vomit of a mad alto sax. Free jazz sharpens my canines. Vaïna crawling on the lookout for poetic performances… she ended up impaled on the edge of bony glans. Ornette Coleman blessed her thigh filet sizzling on the grill. I puked two large bundles of erotic marshmallow, two milky girls sliced on the sensory block of the dying pudding. — As you like ladies, I’m always available for any ax and legs routine. Voracious. I never get enough meat for my thirsty marrow… Huge cream pies haunting the arterial roads of the day.

14 October 2015 | Categories: Younisos | Tags: big boobs, big pale tits, blood, boobs, busty, experimental, flesh, gore, literature, massacre, milky, pale boobs, pale tits, poet, poetry, splatter, tangier, tits, transgression, underground, writer, writing | Leave a comment

Interzone 3001

Hanging on the solar hook
of blind limpid sky,
a huge flayed ox
is crying
his thick
scarlet
tears.

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Eleven bikini nymphs
wiggle
under the red rain
in September.

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Dionysus snatches his heart
and throws it to the Maenads of the Web.

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A juicy redhead
shits her milk
on the slaughterhouses
of
Interzone
in 3001.

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The ax of Aesthetics
falls down on a nightclub
full of round skinned thighs …—

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In my bed,
a huge flayed ox
is lying,
crushing the tender breasts
of my slashed milky girl.—

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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

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