Submissions by vuxus_tuxsusa

on the dry fishermans table
they opened me up.
my liver, lungs and guts,
spread like lizards capturing heat.

life covers me like the sand
stuck to my membranes.
when the fisherman is distracted,
I'm eaten by his dog

seabreeze up the nostrils,
the sea is a cemetary.
along the night-time beach
I live in the dogs howl.

dreams live in the dogs bowel...
we hurry past the old house
and leafless trees,
down an unknown path.

born in an inmense forest,
we only know one way out.
there is only one way in,
so...

cured,
better at least,
free,
out of hospital, out of bed,
out of the parking lot,
out of the city, away.
surrounded by people;
the doctors forgot something
during operation, silver
in my innards, glass.
surrounded by people.
is noticing sickness in
others an illness?
or perhaps a symptom,
of a see-through cancer?
their silence is not normal,
their noise is a lump,
demented gorillas roam
the streets, they set fire
to the hospitals
and books...

the royal court of bugs
is now open, buzzing bugs
slime and dust, dirt.
rub you hinds legs
blow your trumpets
for the king shall speak.
and he stood from his table
drool and shit down his neck
"my fellow brothers (future victims of my undecided knife)..."
and before he could commence
vomit splurted out of his mouth
onto the regal feast
a roar of cheering and applause
the click clack of tiny limbs
the humming and buzzing
the burping and farting
such a delicate symphony
graceful putrefaccion
in motion to spawn...