Showing posts with label poet. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poet. Show all posts

23 March, 2014

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




25 December, 2013

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.



21 December, 2013

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.