February 2012
18 posts
Cockroach - belated
She said she did some sewercide
drove out into the street struck with white and braved it
shook off her cunt
and licked out the drain covers-
right out of their pavement casings.
Her tongue was strong and elevated
and with a whiplash we fell into the chasmic divide
in, side, you’re only mine while you’re alive-
living no wild noise
living in skkkin
shrieking for some angelic tendency to
to pay...
Perspextive- I wrote this a while ago, struggling...
Ground to a halt. Tugged at the strap around her neck deep red, leaving sore marks, shouldn’t have worn it here, should have left it in the room. Stood on the edge of the precipice a thousand worms slithered from their shells to stand erect on the curvature of the rocks beneath. Crashing waves seemed archaic, shuddering enlightenment, ripples of it leaking into the sea. The birds can no longer...
Fuck OFF
Fuck off fuck off DON’T TOUCH ME I SWEAR I WILL BITE OUT YOUR HEART.
I’ve had a good evening.
There’s a dip in the sunshine leveller
make bellies rest on the peg
made in spit shades
we.
Did you hear me? Did you HEAR ME?
Navigate this- defence is binary coded- all actions have an equal and disproportionate reaction.
Eat out in the open leave your chest on show. Lady....
In case you have or feign interest in animal...
Movements for animal rights are not irrational denials of human uniqueness; they are a clear-sighted recognition of connection across the discredited breach of nature and culture. Biology and evolutionary theory over the last two centuries have simultaneously produced modern organisms as objects of knowledge and reduced the line between humans and animals to a faint trace re-etched in ideological...
Gone Sologium
She bent over Berliner
made mistakes in bright moonbeams,
dancing behind the empty door
she tipped her backwards, stranding.
Her bloated stomach bared white;
the redness beneath made it a grapefruit,
blood orange veins spreading out-
a silver spoon, door handle or other appliance,
to take her back to Munich tonight was too far.
Too afraid to make the space-
it hurt to get inside, stung the sides,...
A little bit of Hollow Juice for your delectation
Women waste their blood waste their blood there’s one in your hair head not here, not down here, not down here, my head inside it your hands behind my neck they make the scent they made you I made you We you made us we burnt up, at the edge Women waste their blood waste their blood there’s one in your hair head not here, not down here, not down here >dial tone<
