Showing posts with label underground poet. Show all posts
Showing posts with label underground poet. Show all posts
06 October, 2014
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
Labels:
anal,
blood,
bone,
bones,
dark poetry,
flesh,
interzone,
literature,
massacre,
tangier,
underground poet,
underground poetry,
underground writer,
writers in tangier
08 June, 2014
Younisos published at Bone Orchard Poetry
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Bone Orchard Poetry,
Bony madness,
Cut-up alley,
Sensory aphonia,
underground poet,
Younisos
22 May, 2014
Carnage sensitif
CARNAGE SENSITIF, the new book of Younisos
Prose and poetry
Maybe the bloodiest book written in Tangier since Naked Lunch.
If you read French, here is a wild delirious dionysian book...
available on Amazon :
Labels:
bloody,
boobs,
carnage,
disembowelling,
guts,
interzone,
massacre,
pale breast,
tangier,
tits,
underground,
underground literature,
underground poet,
underground poetry,
underground writer,
viscera
17 February, 2014
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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Labels:
blood,
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bloody poetry,
disembowelling,
flesh,
guts,
medina,
tangier,
underground,
underground literature,
underground poet,
underground poetry,
underground writer,
viscera,
writers in tangier,
zoco chico
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.
Labels:
flesh,
interzone,
medina,
pale flesh,
pale thigh,
poet,
poetry,
silence,
tangier,
thigh,
underground poet,
underground writer,
writers in tangier,
zoco chico
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