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.

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.