Ideas Massacred by Music:

radioactive at noon, frequencies more a conceptualist voodoo.
the individual cry, where symmetry's a space preceding remembered
souls and metal constraints. a busy parody quantums an irrational partition of long black hair as tainted improvisation's mordant pillar.

trellis chins evolved within bursting shards of wood and iron,

our recorded whorl of enough rope staining two dimensions at once.


A Burning, Minus Gender:

bottomless sway of ink. draw a warning from wilt,
the candy of synchrony. vertically as burlesque sparks inside
that song of schizophrenia setting boredom to research pretty boys and sometimes
the flame of girls who reside in this day's sultry blade.

market a billion 1977s for the rhizome clitoris.
chunks of blonde speed staring at the bloated arable of
solar prose oceans, pulsing crabs on bass. a mathematical stocking tease,
sausage consciousness could aspire to laboratory excitation,
clownish shoes that obey the hiss mindlessly.


A Plastic Bag Filled With Psychoses:

door-mat legs code instantaneously, wiping themes from hot, sweaty wings. aleatory collage grins fade to pussy's mental spree coming to work with an axe. diasporas love to love murder. certain gifts chant, watching silences puddle in the inferno. a seething repository of id, a kind of fifth sartorial into cube-like blackness. a blast of now's anywhere, a stab at 14 inside phonetics, not viscera screaming their aroma all the way to highway fur's aquamarine earlier than tomorrow's mangled daub of protein. a trail leaves to wither fire's persistent rhapsody, its impossible glyph for every hysterical sublime dangling locks from the influx of red knives.

spiked laughs a funky metaphor for everthing else's oral radar.