Excess and transgression in French version

Out now ! ... Poésie Trash
the new book of Younisos
Flesh and transgression
Extreme carnal experimental poetry in French version.

Available here :
https://www.edilivre.com/poesie-trash-younisos.html  
and on Amazon :
https://www.amazon.com/Poésie-trash-French-Younisos/dp/2414194049 

Cut-up on deep throat in the sky

Cut !
cut it up
silent cum
sidereal throat
cerulean blowjobs
bits of howling melon
viscera on the horizon
wild murderous sausages
cruel schizophrenic rump steak
blind giant bone fucking the moon

Six thighs

 Flesh is silence ... enlightened. Cold pale butt. My fleshy computer stinks, oozing thick bloody lust and shit. Boozing up-skirt the gelatinous is cumming. Sucking the flow ... cushy in my corner, blessed ... Now in scarlet light, I'm singing the strange apparition that Julie and I have lived on southern highway : beheaded redhead, blue eyes ripped by Julie... Milk gushing from throat cut beyond the sweetness of her divine pig. Large knife always yelling. Six young thighs around Zoco Chico.

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

Bony madness

a radical blade extends its iced platinum

on sawn skulls —

huge eggs

crimped marrow

mad cartilages

erect bone breaking up heavens

flabbergasted guts

puke their meaty screams

on lymphatic aphonia —

flat ribs

blown gelatin

stillborn green sky

crippled fractal twisted smash

and my frightened glands

fall apart

in ionic cracklings

slicing the synaptic song

of dismembered aesthetics —

cold breast

sidereal gristle

bony phallic killing

slashed immanence

The silence of the thigh

a thigh a thigh as it appears enlightened where the verb disappears into the muteness of the thigh abyss on silence and screams bloom in skin and curves through azure steaks and sliced breasts are quivering sidereal dissolution into bowels chaos of light spouting fury  meaty colour shut up forget about psychoanalysis destroy screens withdraw your eyes from the swarm  of speech be silent  I planted the fork in the thigh and blood spurted three large scarlet drops on pale flesh  three red rivulets that I savoured on the thigh with my tongue in bright flowing delight the pale obscenity of a smooth ass  brightens my intimate atrocity  in my  glowing skull  the light (suffused with crime) strips off  the ultimate meat a thigh a thigh the sensory killing sings in sharp twists and quiet night lying through placid milk

Younisos in the CUT UP Anthology

I'm thrilled  to have a text included in CUT UP!, the amazing anthology edited by Antony Hitchin and Joe Ambrose.
My contribution, "Self Cut-Up in Tangier", is a bloody cut-up on my own texts.

http://www.paraphiliamagazine.com/oneirosbooks/cut-up-2/

http://www.amazon.com/Anthology-Inspired-Cut-Up-William-Burroughs/dp/1291745920

Zoco Chico

Bloody dance sawed scraping bones scarlet singing squirt torn   visceral software lymphatic pirouettes exploded pixels puking pale trickling   light sticky spattered brains dripping on carmine stage in underground slaughterhouse-theater of Zoco Chico.

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Silence in Interzone

Dazed I descend

the slope that ends

in drowsy mazes

of Interzone.

Open to quivering cracks,

to the slumbering filth

in half-light,

I slip in the stench of alleys,

and I penetrate languid dead ends,

when suddenly emerges

a young bewildered,

lips trembling,

hungry look.

— Come on ! she screeches,

I'm torn !

torn ...

Lifting up her dress

she shows me the paleness

of her thigh,

and she shuts up.

And I faint

in carnal silence.

The silence

of her thigh.

Aesthetics of carnage

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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.
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Mary's liver

The liver of Mary
sways and hums
at noon under the sun.

The blood of Mary
in streaks along the sky
intones his ripped aria
and
his scarlet dithyramb.

— Glory to Dionysus !

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

Lethal light

A bloody jelly

pours from dilated synapses

of chubby dreams

with strawberry

and busty bright cream

and clear screams —

and shrill slices of light

and pale eruptions   

of round deadly tits.