Lips Explode In the Memory of Concrete

blood gone all twitchy. it's time to watch a cyborg take its first intrepid steps into the cosmic mystery (or is that misery?) now has become a veil for yesterday, a clap and a croon directly on fleshy circles of rotting breasts above the hallucinated city. seedlings or suddenly a ruptured vein (the texture of text). alcoholic blues shiver an arcadian beauty cracked on all fours, sucking for its very life. stillness, a red wing to those who guess the intended prey tonight.

electricty like men between the howl of spirit. discarded hands warn the ooze not to get too close to its own dangling pineal gland. sex frozen in feral mouths, carnage and murderous wrinkles on the planetary skin, and surveillance cameras in every tightened scrotum. this is how dead girls look walking my way. a shocking new aesthetic gathered in every wiry crotch, shattered teeth, slithering gums. zero etched in sinewy shrads of amphetamine stalking the streets. it's better to stand in the rush of clattering pronouns, to trace mandalas on the army of soft genitals marching by.