Showing posts with label anal. Show all posts
Showing posts with label anal. Show all posts
06 October, 2014
Scarlet streams
streams of broken ribs
gutted fruity nymphs
meaty slanting flow
flooding gurgling
sap
dappled mornings
whining milk
creamy hole of light
nude chestnut moon
quivering rectum
— Bone impaling the frail soft skin
of the present
Labels:
anal,
blood,
bone,
bones,
dark poetry,
flesh,
interzone,
literature,
massacre,
tangier,
underground poet,
underground poetry,
underground writer,
writers in tangier
29 September, 2014
Anal azure
When a giant blade rises in the sky,
yelling at the sky :
YES ! and fuck you ! sky,
the river of desire
in silence, may vomit
its convulsed scum
its slaughtered melons
young velvety vulvas
and amputated nymphs
in silence, may vomit
its convulsed scum
its slaughtered melons
young velvety vulvas
and amputated nymphs
and monstrous anal-dildos
dreamed
in
Salò.
dreamed
in
Salò.
—
Quand une lame géante se lève dans le ciel,
criant à tue-ciel :
OUI ! et fuck you ! le ciel !
alors le fleuve du désir
peut, en silence, vomir
son écume convulsée
ses oranges égorgées
ses jeunes vulves
veloutées
ses naïades amputées
et ses coïts anaux
rêvés
à
Salò.
Labels:
anal,
ass,
bloody poetry,
boobs,
butt,
carnage,
dildo,
literature,
massacre,
pale redhead,
redhead,
Salò or the 120 Days of Sodom,
slash,
sliced boobs,
sliced tits,
sodomy,
underground,
viscera
13 December, 2013
Sweet sweet massacres
Labels:
anal,
bloody boobs,
bloody tits,
boobs,
carnage,
massacre,
pale boobs,
pale breast,
pale flesh,
poetry
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
Labels:
anal,
cut up,
cut-up,
Cut-up alley,
flesh,
interzone,
killing,
medina,
tangier,
underground literature,
underground writer,
zoco chico
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