HELL

Red tide on the slate of streets

the fire of forever

dwarfing every streetlamp

in a gorgeous plume.

Ransacked bodies

strewn across blooming hills

stalks ripping through ancient cells

in newborn incarnations.

Only the somber spirit

gravely facing the pain

will survive in light.

CAPITAL

Money enfolded in flesh

the spirits that mold

such a parade of grotesque faces

pinched humans made by machine fingers.

The worship of accumulated filth

with a golden name.

Cancerous tool, get your fibers

out of my fucking DNA.

MODERN OUTPOST

A fortress of frozen cheese

bending under angered sunlight.

FUCK AMERICA

Your empire will die disgustingly,

as it deserves to.

The hatred of all your children

will descend on your soul.

Your life of arrogance

will be remembered

only as endless horror.

Your memory will be buried

under a dung heap

and still be hated mysteriously.

Your artificial life

has overwhelmed

the weakened original.

There is nothing

of substance left.

Pissing on you

would be mercy.

Strangling your rotten throat

would be an act of love.

A blue void opens beneath my feet

pulling poison from my every pore.

Strings of dark brown acid

leaking through ethereal haze.

I float away on an electron grain.

The seed sprains the shrouded sky.

A network surges with accumulated spit.

I'm leaving it scratched and gashed

with the hatred of my eyes,

with the plowing reach

of my cloud-covered hands,

marked by all my emptiness and light

where a bright thought's born to die

for revelations on the sly.

The smoking neighborhood

is hurled into space.

A leaf of worlds goes

floating by from some galactic tree.

Roads are withering on the earth

the folds of clay between long grasses

sighing of a time when they were formed

in the furrows of a yearning churn.

DRINK

How your eyes light up

with electric threads

as your mouth fills up with hot cum.

You drink the primal protein

with delight, your nimble tongue

and tight mouth insists

on gently drinking it all.

Slowly you slither upward

into my arms, gulping

with a happy sigh, and we kiss,

and kiss, and kiss, and kiss,

tasting me with delicately

intertwining tongues,

sharing the sweet taste

of semen and saliva.

This is how we kiss after

we lick each other's assholes.

We love to wash

and investigate each other.

How I love it when

our tongues are deep

in each other's rectums,

happily plunging and praising.

How I love it when you suck

your pussy juice

from my mangled beard.

SPLAY

Tapped on the spine

by an extending pink array of forces

caterpillars crawling teeth

ferns draping lucid genitals

I want you to swipe

your damp sweet bush

and the split folds of your pussy

across my chin

let me speak to your clit and love you

let me open that pretty ass

and breathe on your bootyhole

you are perfect

when you're getting fucked hard

on your hands and knees submitting

perfect with my spit

on your adorable little anus

perfect when you turn

and anoint me with

your luminous brown eyes

almost enraged with joy.

Rainbows of black paint

and a crowd of moons

corroding on a silver sky.

Drums under the waterfalls

pounding through the summer steam.

A butterfly's hinges

moving on some knuckles

in this rock-hewn scene.

Crawling out of a grave of flowers

black eyes bright with sight

riding earthly dawns.

Water of washing light,

cleansed blade cutting waves of darkness,

the rub of bones beneath cloaks of steel

leaking quiet sparks.

From the belly of a frozen ocean

comes a cry suppressed

of ages that must find their circuit

for the flames of an unfound day

cooling into architecture.