Writer / Carnal experimental poetry

Posts tagged “underground poetry

Horror

We cling to writing… trying not to end up in such naked misery… but misery catches up with you, and horror too.
Suddenly, poetry is over. It goes away to squirt elsewhere. The day is naked. Raw anxiety. Horror flows free, straight. Daylight splatters my face and I die by breathing.
For horror is life itself, flowing…
Warm blade in the throat of the night.

 

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Younisos
photographed by Romain Carreau

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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

sensual anxiety puking its fuchsia gall on the final pie of sidereal panic

slit human spleen
drowsing in a silver bag
cold lymph shower
on the back of the three dicks beast

cut off my toe NOW
it’s rotten

obviousness
is
scarlet


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


Scarlet streams

streams of broken ribs
gutted fruity nymphs
meaty slanting flow
flooding gurgling
sap

mad sausages
whining milk
dappled mornings
creamy hole of light

— giant bone impaling the frail soft skin
of the present

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Younisos