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The Stillbirth of Venus and the End of Eroticism
I see the pears upchuck worms
and beauty engorged of holes in a fungal ulceration...
Gaped, souring in the routine of thrust lunges to the floor, bleeding of blues and violets
shattered from the skyline
and branded on the bank of needles hot heroin and another's plasma.
The pallet boils off the tongue and admits refuse down the bile-fluxed esophagus,
the desire itching of wine and larvae,
inflamed in vinegar on the face of the slapped-up pear
that eats its fill on magazine.
As the parties abhor resolution
and keep buzzing eight-legged wings in a stasis of compounded seizures,
the consciousness fizzes through the saliva and other feces smelt in the vapors
and delegates to a stillborn doll its libations splinting through thoughts under the spine of these joints,
which arose from the flushing of a cessspit,
gulping the puppet epiphany down the soul,
following then along too, in early cessation of design of the flower beds, to the mites that reduce dirt to dust in the corner of the eye
and the tide of dermestid beetles and botflies that reduce cadaver to carcass in the sun,
to which Epicurean trade I reply in a defense to abstain
that the pears upchuck worms
and the beauty engorged of holes in a fungal ulceration
of some sexual agency.
and beauty engorged of holes in a fungal ulceration...
Gaped, souring in the routine of thrust lunges to the floor, bleeding of blues and violets
shattered from the skyline
and branded on the bank of needles hot heroin and another's plasma.
The pallet boils off the tongue and admits refuse down the bile-fluxed esophagus,
the desire itching of wine and larvae,
inflamed in vinegar on the face of the slapped-up pear
that eats its fill on magazine.
As the parties abhor resolution
and keep buzzing eight-legged wings in a stasis of compounded seizures,
the consciousness fizzes through the saliva and other feces smelt in the vapors
and delegates to a stillborn doll its libations splinting through thoughts under the spine of these joints,
which arose from the flushing of a cessspit,
gulping the puppet epiphany down the soul,
following then along too, in early cessation of design of the flower beds, to the mites that reduce dirt to dust in the corner of the eye
and the tide of dermestid beetles and botflies that reduce cadaver to carcass in the sun,
to which Epicurean trade I reply in a defense to abstain
that the pears upchuck worms
and the beauty engorged of holes in a fungal ulceration
of some sexual agency.
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