did you know the devil sends lewd molecules up through the layers of magma to be absorbed by unsuspecting feet? our sockets connect to ground and siphon blasted songs manufactured below in Satan’s cauldron that he spat out into the ether. it climbed its way through hot slick earth to meet with the human. did you know that to touch your vulnerable flesh (exposed) to the earth’s crust is to accept him into your body? did you know that your cells will be harnessed, and that he will love your flesh? did you know that he will touch it (caress) with his spider hand and he will be exalted? will you be calm knowing that he knows what you feel like inside? will you itch the spot where he climbed in through your soles when you unknowingly invited him in? will you try to find the remedy for the unrelenting aching blood that now runs through your cavity? will you lie (tacitly) on a bed of moss to repent and pray him out of you? will you love it when you start to putrefy? will you claim purity in spite of all?

my car encased in a thin sheath of blue glass
hailed from the open upside down ocean
penetrate the thin membrane that
separates the ripe from the crisp
exoskeletons.

my gun encased in shards of broke water
siphoned from the bodies that lied blue and grey
watched me be beat by 100 angry hornets
on my soft baby face, stingers in my eyes
prostrate in the grass

my head encased in buzzing green
grew from pungent soils and festering red pulsing bodies
feet on salt gravel, spiders crawl through grass
old smell on porch, mantis on window screen

my tender shrouded from light
to make weak and vulnerable
body is sponge—It will absorb
all notions and electrodes bled
by sacred gray mist and
clear beating waves microwave
the visitors

blinked at gray green stems freshly birthed from hot brown earth
soaked in supple curse bled from solar fingertips
muttered derelict psalm hailed from soft blue bodies
enraptured by the presence of THREE WHITE DAFFODILS
inebriated by the nectar that once ran through their insides.

held my cousin in my hand, his six pricked legs caressed my palm.
black exoskeleton against my white flesh. he is a mechanical animal.
and what does he possess? to ponder his interior is to x-ray his insect meat.

summoned new hate up from black soil,
consumed and excreted by subterranean serfs.
harmed by the unrelenting sky, the trees bend over and yield at the master’s whip.
witnessed birds peck at the earth’s flesh
and the earth reciprocate by sending hungry teeth after them

salamander finger stroked the newborn chlorophyll sprout
whilst an old man’s breath kindly warmed my ear.
klompen stomp on papier mache dirt earths,
she shields her inside from her offspring.
when I stomped, I disturbed the underground dwellers.

I felt a tiny red heart beating inside my own when
I just looked at a beauty’s yellow eyes.
puffs of virtuous white bloom to purify the clearing
with innocently ostentatious displays of fertility.

fertility rites in springtime, extending invitations for simple procreation.
mother holds fertility marches in her humid backyard.
beauty is the immodest offering of reproductive organs.

I am floating in a sea of myself
Watching from afar and within
The unit that contains despise.
I float in sheepish miracles
Isolated miracles.

Spark a remembrance of the fond warm hand
That touched the lining of your disturbed head
Massaged the worries from your face
And bottled them away
Never to be seen again.

thanks be to god the ever
holy hand that brushes the
hate from our eyes and
absorbs the pain to give to
himself or some other
demon to devour as a delicacy
he who glazes the brain with
a thin wash of sanctity or
blessing or love or something
of which we cannot speak
but nonetheless the rats that
he animates continue to
unknowingly praise his power
in a song that beats on eternal.

he glazes us with a love that
sends shudders through the
unclean base profane vermin
bodies that he persists to bless
with the utmost holy gifts
unclean rats congregate and
deteriorate and demolish and
hate and defecate and spit
at god but still the bodies
shudder with the unearth
the element that cannot
exist without his presence
and then again it happens

the ugly unclean
profane **** eating
parasites are the
receivers of a
god’s touch that
even the angels
are not worthy
worth is a distorted
concept god is all,
yet worth none
the trash is
graced with
the utmost
pleasure
any being
or unbeing
is capable
of processing.