A social site for poets in Sydney.
ultraviolet bleaches my pubic hairs
where i keep loose change
in the tangle of some ancient star
grown to absurdity
into a fusion reaction
that gifts cancer like kisses
every time a cell dies
across the scape of my skin
i feel it die
and i feel
what ive lost
forces me to spew
and my diamondback
intestines come up
too
with a hissed-out rattling
and my bones
caving
to
peer pressure
the caps of my knees
stolen in snow
where a murdered son
made me a snow angel
my people melted me
i was not of their
kind
i could not put it on
this black and logo and leather
and a smile
when
der Führer nods his head
and this system
is only less obvious
and camplike
no ominous signs of contradiction
save for reality
television
cumming down my throat
and foaming in my lungs
like satanic coffee
brewing
what ive seen in their eyes
on the train
in the street
molesting air with recurrent toxic
seems to be from a fantasy
of a death-row sexual sadist
his gums spread down his chin
and his eyes still laughing
as they drip like wine
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