Posts Tagged ‘flesh’

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Six year old boy stands alone in undercover area
Icicles, icicles all fall down
Bully redhead older kid makes fun
Glaciers advance, cold pain, social freeze-out
Girls laugh and point
Staying alone
Being alone
Aching with sorrow
He hides behind the steel girder
Making blades from woodchips
Wondering what it is like to have a friend
Thoughts like mushrooms in rotting flesh
Wondering why the other kids don’t like him
Plotting to pretend to be sick tomorrow

 

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beast

Write on me what you will

Project your delusions all over my silly face

Tattoo cryptic letters on my body

Story me, stereotype me

Classify me, pattern me

Codify me, categorize me

Garrot me, perforate me

While centrelink waits to crunch my bones

Like the beast rising from the sea in the apocalypse

Soon I will feel it’s fangs in my flesh

bosch

Under a sky of lead and fire
Naked people writhing impaled
Or hacked to chunks
Terrified, tormented
Their bestial screams echo and blend
Flesh bleeds and spasms
Stench of despair and sulphur
Demons forked and foul organize the torture
And giggle at the pain of the damned
Fire and whirling lava lakes
Body on body tortured beyond sanity
Dogs of hell loose and biting
Rats, snakes and scorpions set free to feed from inside out
Bodily orifices pierced with sharp objects
Pain and madness intensifying
Hell’s doors are locked from the inside
But the suffering never ends

 

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Would you be my imaginary girlfriend?
It’s not a demanding role
Just treat me with kindness
And don’t ignore me
I will inflate your tolerant smile into a balloon of unrequited love
Transubstantiate indifference to affection
Dream of you daily and cry out your name in my sleep
Dancing flesh, pink nipples in my dreams

Could you be my imaginary girlfriend?
I will place you on a pedestal taller than a Jarrah tree
And imagine that you are an angel from highest heaven
I know you’re out of my league

Should you be my imaginary girlfriend?
I will be your biggest fan
And allow you treat me like shit
But I promise not to get to weird
Or start stalking you
I know it’s twisted
But I just can’t help myself

penguin

Flesh eating song-bird stabbing penguins with it’s beak
Penguin flesh rolls down it’s gullet
And blood, blood for the vampire birdie
Foaming flesh and penguin blood
Feeding, feeding saps their strength
These black and white waddling piles of meat
Strangely formal ridiculous gentlemen
They bleed into the dirt
Nature’s armpit
Hellish Island

Oh little birdie
Nature’s armpit
Rotten, wild flesh frenzy
Small brown bird with a taste for blood
Its maddening penguin feast will never end
Strong from meat and hungry always hungry
Carnivore songbird tweets meat dreams
In the hooligan night

IMG_3764 Hierapolis, the necropolis

Mouldy loam envelopes bones
Alone and cold like a dead frog
Soaked in ghosts and maudlin memory
Rot and worms and festering bone dreams

Under drooping trees, topped with moist graceful grass
In a hoary necropolis with legions of dead
A skeleton waits for resurrection
Humble bones longing for new flesh

No stone marks the place of the bones
Too poor to afford a tombstone or plaque
Unremarkable life, unremarkable death
Mediocre till his last breath

The soil is weighing heavy and pervasive
Wood of the coffin rots into earth
The bones all alone while sun spears sky
Just like the other bones waiting to die

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Wretched creatures have
Wretched stinking lives
Dirty water
Sharpened knives
Wretched sleeper urges
Ugly wife through pain again
Dirty poison minds
Paranoia envelops
Dragon’s breath burns flesh black
Spittle sculpture rests on self-importance
Murderous blister pops a shoulder
Death reeks like dead fish
Maggot Brain squirms out of back alleys and out into consciousness
Nauseous Nuts shift’s his belt, farts and reaches for the remote control
Man who walks like a crab has an eye for asshole. It blinks.
Gibbon man with prehensile tail and knives for hands
Woman slowly mutating into a slug leaves a trail of slime
Woman with two vaginas giving birth to twin aliens
A birth defect so grotesque it is indescribable with human language
A deficiency of dopamine
Should stay off the acid I think

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Deep down below
Beneath six feet of loam
Bone on bone on bone
Down with the worms

And midnight’s creatures
Oozing through soil
Ancient stasis of bone on bone
Waiting, waiting, waiting alone

For the holy breath of God
To enliven bone as hard as stone
That holy sacred God-soaked wind
That renders dead bones alive again

Sewing flesh, pumping marrow
Wiping every tear of sorrow
And when this flesh is raised to life
Blood hurtles through new veins

And shadows loom across the plains
Of every man and woman born
Who suffered in a wild world

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Just to impress you I rolled a whole stick into a doobie and lit it up
Just to impress you I drank ten pints of Guinness
Just to impress you I sculled a bottle of Wild Turkey
Just to impress you I vomited and fell off my chair

Just to impress you I smoked a gram of crystal meth
Just to impress you I stayed up for five days
Just to impress you I shot up fifty bucks worth of smack
Just to impress you I nodded off in the corner in a house full of junkies

Just to impress you I penetrated the clouds with my breath and enervated the stars with my glare
Just to impress you I transmogrified into a Wookie and howled at the moon
Just to impress you I drank the Nile river and shat out a solid gold ingot
Just to impress you I lost 40 kilos by chopping off my legs

Just to impress you I broke wind in the moonlight and set it on fire
Just to impress you I consecrated a toad as pope while wearing a tutu
Just to impress you I swam to the bottom of the ocean and found you a giant pearl
Just to impress you I declared war on New Zealand and dropped my trousers to the Queen

Just to impress you I fought a tiger to the death and feasted on it’s flesh
Just to impress you I beat my meat to Blake’s quatrains and gibbered like a gibbon
Just to impress you I journeyed to the land of the monkey king and brought back seven gnostic scriptures
But you said ‘I’m not impressed and I’m never going to have sex with you’

flower

picture by Georgia O’Keefe

Cabalistic carbuncles fester in skin
Subtle essences impregnate the moment
Mental metal moribund musings
On existential angst
Dead density of weight
Of lonely love sinks
Eyes go white
No pupils
Fangs in flesh
Blood runs like water
Vaginas open like flowers
Flowers open like vaginas
Crackle of dried flesh
Skeletal schemes to steal Christmas
Broken traditions
Lugubrious laconic lies
To bamboozle and befuddle
Suburban minds
Thousands of people only doing their jobs
Making a meaning from endless ends
Absorbing mortgages that last forever
Here’s a yellow sticker on your car
Here’s a five hundred dollar fine
Here’s a dead dog full of maggots
Where’s the dope?