Showing posts with label poets. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poets. Show all posts

02 October, 2018

Sensory terror


The obvious is atrocious. — Horror is life itself flowing, daylight, breath, warm knives in the sluggish night.



Younisos

04 February, 2017

Carnal flux

hordes
of flayed oxen
glowing in broken sensory flows
—
streams of beheaded redheads
pouring in the gray sluice of my torn skull
—
six hundred cold knives standing up in lunatic sheaves through the fiery dawn
—
flood of tender thighs
milky blindness around morning light
…
and my brains
unctuous atrocious brains
licking the blade of tenderness  


by Younisos