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

Interzone 3001

Hanging on the solar hook

of blind limpid sky,

a huge flayed ox

is crying

his thick

scarlet

tears.

Eleven bikini nymphs

wiggle

under the red rain

in September.

Dionysus snatches his heart

and throws it to the Maenads of the Web.

A juicy redhead

shits her milk

on the slaughterhouses

of

Interzone

in 3001.

The ax of Aesthetics

falls down on a nightclub

full of round  skinned thighs ...

— In my bed,

a huge flayed ox

is lying,

crushing  the tender breasts

of my slashed milky girl.

Sweet sweet massacres

Blood
lights up in azure.

Earth cries her paranoid sap.

Poetry is slicing the thighs of tenderness.

Creamy naiads
refresh
the fluffy hole of anal roar.

Thus,
my phallic skull
is singing
the sensorial immanence
of
sweet milky massacres
and
burning streams of 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.