Tuesday, May 27, 2008

the spectators eye engages oral and anal obsessions
a blood bath of instincts gushing

a fruit offered to his beloved
the exorcists are soon deprived of discourse

this reclining lover whom he kisses
in the morning, before the sentence

postulates of biological forms
very quickly words replace smells

a formal figure dear to bosch
the possession, as we have seen, develops rapidly

imperceptible slippages
the ritualization of a choreographic and verbal orgy

a collapse and loss of members and organs
invested with meaning as guarantors of conformity

*

the devil begins to write
a marvelous animality of asses and mouths

by diminishing or destroying the locus proprius
tortured bodies written by law

after falling into a magical sleep she gives birth
dismembering orgiastic

swallowed up like atlantis
peaks beaks arrows and sharp points

doubtless, there must always be death for speech
nocturnal feeders where bodies are lips

do we exist to speak to the other or be spoken by her
an androgyny halfway burst open

a challenge of and dedication to
cutup bodies that can be disassembled like dolls

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

pretty. he's ridiculous. his cock strains against the want to laugh
thus it is possible to move the mouth, the tongue

he sneaks a peak from under the hem
there were great and violent contortions, fragmented

makes a popping sound with lips together
the movements of the heart, the lungs

whole body: mirror and laugh and laugh
a possessing subject, the devil, or lost subjects

sticks up through, criss-cross in back lifts
as for the possessed, she doesn't have a body either

he puckers
this discourse is often qualified as indecent

the favorite animal of young girls
grimaces, contortions, rolling of the eyes

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

i came back into the theater with my bag
foreskin scraped clean from my tingling body

yet the relentless way vision attests to worry
to scream at the useless domestic

the full range of wishes, dreams, lies
the locals were disgusted

we may find the desire to consume flesh
the bedroom is an irradically ringing telephone

thighs dank, blurred birth, promising pleasure
gnawed on his shanks and thighs

a new faculty of reason, a noplace
until i receive a glorious stiff one

penal, academic, and medical a plot of substituted corpses
just to get a better look at another's body

Sunday, May 11, 2008

crawl son, crawl to me
the enigma compared to judgement

two strangers tied together naked
this one louder and more dreadful than the first

by a decomposing corpse
blue vein dug out from my flesh

and suck everyone right away
a great wisdom, an economy of feeling

my pants down to my knees
this excitement should lead to sexual theory

massage each incrustation over their stiff smiles
gigantic wicker figures were crammed with human beings

a parody of respiration and speech
the subject is identifying two more blank spots

*

invoke some encompassing whole, a lower god
cold hands all over her body

no matter what this selfpreservation may cost
rubbing the asshole under and back

ambition follows a trajectory of eyes
much has been primed to be swallowed

a strange power of transference
his itching body interrogating her mouth

a violent death using intestinal tissue
rimmed pink, saucy, even coquettish

"darling, i know your mind."
drenched in sweat fragments of crackling gunfire

apparatus, instruments, techniques, machineries
an instructive book for humanity
the dead don't care to defend themselves
the judgement of taste is not based upon concepts

chopped meat as spectacle
in the field opened by freud

body suffered countless injuries through his asshole
all little togetherness my friends, we may all come

two pendulums like naked raw members
the politics to which this little speech gives rise

as one is hacked away from it
by the sweet fuck of jehovah

until this marriage implodes
i'll soak this little pretty whore-face

mouth mourning the missing umbilical cord
the fact that something is passing into nonbeing