If I thought you knew
the shifting, flaccid void…
Knowing your dwelling, there
the accommodations padlocked.
Your rooms adorned with flags
of some obsolete, entombed ideology
to give your thoughts gravity…
The cavity concealing your minute sculpture,
(an infantile self rendering)
You gaze at it...then back to my eyes.
I see your pupils
trace the twilights outlines.
Then the dusky smoke curls
and conjures up phantom children: heirs
to our alien self convolution.
Skulking night writes our trembling revelation
on the air's warm fluidity…
molds our cramped machine learned, banging, cracked hell-
train clacking earflying, night bred nought
Flanked by the saliva and ravings
of six hundred unknown martyrs,
Blood red fibers of post industrial silicon
gulp down the residual napors of
This kernel in our contact;
This renunciation infernal.
Two solopsistic pacts:
Only subliminal bass booms through walls:
a reminder of the nights' desperate cry against our
We are known to the
ascending tissue of moon
only by moan.
The implosion of civilization
vulgar tomb of drone.
Cackles ring out.
You know futility intimately; so do I.
Every morning we glimpse each other; s futility.
I glimpse yours.
There are no clocks within view
from your bed.
You tell me your biological clock is ticking.
Why should I care?
Mine is absent of
I'm devoid of soul.
Haven't you realized? ...
Purile nubilities of form
Colliding mouthings Dasein Mort
Pronouncments on philology
and pisstological dissertations of come
And cunty wombs of noodling…
We noodle nubile
in the flaccid void.
The tone in your skin
The blue veins
In triumphant cages we lept.
Coal black tongues flew to the fortunate.
Wander handless Virgil, in the cleft.
Droll planks span
the sordid climate bereft. (Of no nobility)
Foreheads of declaiming apeshows
pour forth with irredeemable puss.
Find the different shades of mangy pitch.
Flank me on both sides.
(I'm formed of rust)
Only their points reviled-