the age when one has ceased to blush
let's cry a little while

help me banish these troubling thoughts
depicting the underside of humanity

against her slender little waist
illustrating the perils of disharmony

the boys being dresses as girls
became a secondary passion

what a pretty mouthful we have here
imaginary hybrids: humans with rams heads: angels

his flabby prick's discharge
ears like a demon

the child wipes herself and the recital continues
foretelling the grotesques

*

angels have a menacing presence
with the other hand he separated my buttocks

ominous is in its portent of rapacity
then led him to my sister's asshole

the silent mouth deep below that mimes
he applied his mouth to it

heavy with the honey of sleep
most cynically unleashed his fuck

yr father dipping his longest finger into yr mother
lifted my skirts from behind

dots of pink and blue in a line
handsomely served and entirely surrounded

a boy with gangly legs is reading a picture book
deliciously bemused by the pimps palate

he wishes the girl to go and make her confession
transcendental hope and squalid mound

licking an insolent creature
after awhile we'll make you feel good

neither putting it in his mouth nor touching it
if we can possess that entity then we are satisfied

and socratized him again
he must cry out, "let me meet thy holy fire"

shot his pilgrim tongue into his hole
whisked caravaggio in there

his horny ass fortified by rude usage
a running greek erection warrior

bidding me guide my movements
a model of the multiple universe

*

the anguish of one's mother
after he had done considerable sucking

over cherry-wood smoke
whose filth is as old as the hills

promise us nothing but scorn and oblivion
and returned to his licking

being more than a metaphor
my fingers into his anus took firm hold

you are mist
only remained impassive

a young whore dumped on a simple bed
cleaned his mouth with piss

masturbators and kickers tied up
his prescription in perfect faith

*

i had that charming pupil in my house
the gown about his parts

mouths dispatched to have some shit
of what sex should yr victim be

grasping my tits one after the other
that would make me the happiest girl ever

my hand upon his groin
out of the umbilicus forever bombing

mauls kisses and bites him
a fuller understanding of the body

his prick between my dugs
he inundates her face with jism

her skirt raised above her waist
her torturer watches through a window

employing very well heated tongs
to vent the fatted leech

earlier he had kissed her ass
before bleeding her

submitted to a violent fustigation
milked and repumped

discharged upon his sucker's buttocks
minute details that signal changes

many girls many married women
finally tired of this enterprise

a house devoted to nothing else
thus destroying the stability of smoke

for the thirty days of november
a man has himself whipped

*

little secrets naked and unveiled
she won't dare emit a peep

if she were still alive
she takes her turn mounting and flogging him

clutching me and demanding silence
preventing a prick from complaining

the initial charm gives way
seating himself between her parted legs

the eve of masculinity
having generously embuggered her

by means of a series of sequences
"god's fuck, i've an ass full of shit"

giving birth in a magical slumber
amply refreshed, sucked him for a moment or two

*

keep a bridle on one's tongue
damnation places the speaking subject outside of language

render shit more abundant and more delicate
you cannot attain self-expression save through wrong-doing

this business is not to be accomplished in haste
any orifice whose shape permits are made to be fucked

keeping the turd in his mouth
amid contingencies of history

meltdown between her splendid buttocks
god has been unbound

his tongue probing the densest eructation
rub the feces into wounds

indulging in ordinary riot
disguised indeces of an apparatus of body

her head did not comply with any of the conditions
the frightened thing is the denoument

the most voluptuous buttocks
victims with the devouring fury

flabby and worn from use
penetrate with ease the most painful truths

he never lets one slip through his fingers
in the devil, eyes of one thousand spectators

fondling the corpses belly
a greater depth of aesthetic cognition or recognition

speaking as if i were an animal
the devils theatres are also the center for mystics

get down on yr hands and knees
founded on absolute solitude as a first given fact

*

all that i ask is for love to remain with me
discharged upon her asshole

there will be a repeat performance
fucking his murdered daughter

a kind of apotheosis for the viewer
his tongue in that cunning little hole

the aim is to define their position in absurdity
thrust his prick between her thighs from behind

sexual exuberance is that which prevents us from being things
move from one anus to the next

a priest and a physician
a profusion of kisses over her ass

a nonlinguistic language whose forms are meaning
secondary to a fart in the mouth

having lasted through the night
a very stiff dick that serves as a monument

a gesture of trapping into shape
a man hires two men to fuck him

the usual pathological forms are mentioned
by gods cock and balls, wine dribbling down my chin

intricacies of screams tongues footsteps
the other always institutes the subject by alienating it

sorcerers cradling their revulsed litany
desire that managed to open these paths

a body torn from moth eaten imagery
the elimination of sex and violence

the thickest heaviest gobs admired his hole
I wish I was in a fucking church right now

*

esteemed relative I shall spread yr legs today
toilers in darkness pissing farting and throwing up

those eroded discourses to reliable speech
palming off jugglers

ah sweet jism, i'm coming. i'm dying.
recieve the phases of our mouths

i'm going to drive this cock into yr adams apple
they had lain me down on the wretched other

transformed unknown regions spelled out by the missing
only to rid myself of jesus christ

an irreperable break the principle of artifact
deformed heads dangling from mirrors

the very aura of sacredness a profanation
deprived of its essential reflexes

do you ever feel ravenous
the sound of yr voice plummets to the core of my cock

a girl afraid of being eaten by a dog
the same occurs in peasant revolts

slips into glorification of sound
who can fathom the human mind

i suck the water from the tip of her nose
join in her festivals, pity no one

a precious narcissistic wound
i'm afraid i'll cripple you with this

constantly threatened with bursting
cunts are roses

the horror of a sickening human condition
we fuck, we suck, we come.

*

we fuck. we suck. we come. we die.
surreptitiously mingling the theme

we die. we come. we suck. we fuck.
pluralizing the object

good heavens! i'm being ripped apart
irreconcilable body promised remission

reveal works by fragmenting them and making them disappear
separated by sex and language

we come. we die. we die. we come.
recast and desemantisized into music

not in the cunt, not in the ass, not even in the mouth
i'm making slurping noises on yr cock

fuck me horseman, horse me fuckman, horse fuck me
marriage without parental consent