![]() ![]() ![]() Splattering their tails / scorched earth / burnt rubber We chose the liquor of insomnia over the speech of the burning bushįlaming experience / sunflower waterfalls The drive / the writing of days in misty oceans another lightning bolt in the panties of chaos. Herb-grown chord of her single & inimitable swing Pointing to the closest postmortem hotels The spiked border surrounded with arrows signs You barely leap in 1 bound you barely reach crawling The honey or chewing gum moons or moons of stuffed squashĭistress signal cushion important conversation Whether or not they exist the proverbial mirrors the expected aromas With their lunchbag of nerves their canteen of films or dreams of living the good life Meet up at this party / straight off on the spot The little vagabond chance to kill our old hides & hey & what’s up / & she & I will never againĭripping venom crossing the street to avoid & hey & what’s up & what’s goin’ on (between handrails flowerpots heated rooftops That trembles gets excited smiles / for all I know I see herįor all I know I have seen her & deny myself rainy spermatic With this movement this sweat this gesture Mariana Larrosa appears / I said it already: I say it: it’s said / (playingcard-tunnel: the wager in hot coalsīurner of postures & rules that suffocate this wheelchair-species Purrs meows shakes her pleats multiplies her furĮlectrifies hallways makes roof tiles fly Or from masturbating 1 sea snail’s antennae Whether she comes from sleeping in the crook of 1 tree Whether she comes from death or 1 neighboring yard & they’re not her fingers / the heirs of her fingers The sidewalks smile / between excitement & alarm Wells? / divers? / gold diggers? / foragers for what?įresh from 1 shower of honeywater & cinnamon Until we can’t tell the hairs on our head from the hair on our ballsġ euphoric thick hot cacao of a tune: There’s no future & there / from that position / from that enclosureĪcross the least melted spotlight of our eyes & if they think the Bogart film’s damaged or washed outīut the 1 where we catalelepticoluciferianistically Of 1 cut-rate cinema at Barbès & RochechouartĮmbraces the voice that screamed: To hell with Marx On the junctionless loins of death-creating GodĭID YOU NOTICE HOW THE SEINE DOESN’T LOOK US IN THE EYE ANYMORE & HOW THEY FILLED THE GARE DE LYON WITH PROPAGANDA OFFERING $$ FOR THE CAPTURE OF THE BAADER MEINHOFF GROUP? For Franck Venaille & Paul Tillman On the insensible mirror I’ve picked for a street On the rats still fleeing the Drunken Sea The influx of earthquakes killed them without pretext Gravely respecting Death as is natural copilot They’re in the dark room of this code-camera of gasesĪsked them in 1 good impersonation for the fattening up of fortuneĪfter the trash itself they are made to call themselves The soldier that rots from motionless pain & superdinamilitant impotence The bricklayer that falls from the scaffold & no longer eats lunch There’s not even 1 soul is the scream of the last There is 1 place speechify the technocrats Of 1 “supposed” short circuit “hypothetically” We walk around fried / & they classify us Kaos clarifies for Order the fertilizing use of its phantasmagorical diarrheas Poetry comes even to the aid of its enemies The evident beauties pant stuck to the idiot PhDs Multipurpose spray / condom used even as 1 macaroon & 1 hoseĭog collar for distemper, pillar of gold & silver ![]() Into the heraldic limpings of the species ![]()
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