Wednesday, February 23, 2011


Doorway of flesh-hooks
Projects Hell without a mouth.
For teeth it has
The horror-thickened consciousness of rocks and trees.
Under my tail I have a head.
Inside that head there is a worm.
All of its teeth are biting evil ideas in a bug.
Serpent-headed feathered fudge.
The body is a warning.


A blindfold never finished
Hangs a goose.
Uses its blood to lube holy water.
The nun glides back into my asshole.
A winking-eyed nun.
Crows approach without his history or meaning.
Fish with a wolf's body
Give them speech and senses.
And bug eye
The Creator.


Cut open my belly.
There's something inside it for every mode.
Air Jordan's eaten in the desert then dismembered.
So witchy.
Cut up everyone.
Make an absolute must-see.

I've been losing sleep over a coffin.
That is not glory. This is:
Inner-most beings in my video
Amputate their limbs to get free.
Cut out getting texts and tapping sounds.
Post-originate to launch stray monsters of the deep.


Certified adventurous cat claw.
The puma-woman's tone in my balls.
There's commitment.
We want our fun to look like
A rubbery male breast's shortness of breath.

Goddamn a field of flowers.
They do otherwise.
Something in them ignores that police may be reprinted.
Babies are also born this way
To wear a helmet and walk a log.

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