I splash my blood across my father's new *******
a woman now
his liver is thin
and his new lover
(he is whispering as he rapes me)
is an image of my brother
remove his cartridges alone and place the bullets in my heart
my mother cries
and my father mumbles to himself
i rise from the grave
remove my father's gums
i place my teeth in his mouth
and i collect sinew from my unborn brother
i order my father into the ground
i dash his newborn's face into a **** stained alley
i ask for my father's
full name, date of birth
and
his mother's most exciting fetish
with another larvae from my father's womb
another show of strength
here now i have absolute strength
..
a man came to me as a child
and that same man told me
enter me and you will love nothing but me
..
my mother and my father become a new awe.
into the soil a beautiful odor blossoms
where there was a palm of lilac,
a scene of gore.
and
where was an earful of ichor or
crested display of lilac?
my mother and i cry on her grandfather's grave
it is my first day free from prison
a great very loud exclamation
i remove what i feel to be an artery from leg
high up
above the knee
above the thigh
near my groin i bleed
and my mother does not see my pain
a
change of tone
a
change of pace
the undertaker is *****
the commitment is difficult
alas pride beckons
truth denies me
my own blood speaks and disgusts me
closing of my legs in 2029
with my father's ******* between my teeth
with my father's teeth swirling around my tongue
with my brother's cord now inside me
with my mother's tears on her grandfather's grave
with my unborn brother.
III.
with my son
with the one i love
IV.
i enjoy the moment
i do not splash my blood across my father's *******
i do not ingest my unborn brother
a
change of tone
a
change of pace
i am not released from prison.
i have not been released from prison
a second part beckons.
i continue consuming serpent's droppings.
my spider's egg-sac continues singing.
a terrible wave of violence.
my father's teeth swirl over, altogether across my tongue.
into my pallette.
my new-york strength fighting.
a terrible wave of violence.
my father's new ******* between my teeth
and my splashes of blood on his hand-me-down mantle.
Jun 6, 2018
Jun 6, 2018 at 4:12 AM UTC
I splash my blood across my father's new *******
a woman now
his liver is thin
and his new lover
(he is whispering as he rapes me)
is an image of my brother
remove his cartridges alone and place the bullets in my heart
my mother cries
and my father mumbles to himself
i rise from the grave
remove my father's gums
i place my teeth in his mouth
and i collect sinew from my unborn brother
i order my father into the ground
i dash his newborn's face into a **** stained alley
i ask for my father's
full name, date of birth
and
his mother's most exciting fetish
with another larvae from my father's womb
another show of strength
here now i have absolute strength
..
a man came to me as a child
and that same man told me
enter me and you will love nothing but me
..
my mother and my father become a new awe.
into the soil a beautiful odor blossoms
where there was a palm of lilac,
a scene of gore.
and
where was an earful of ichor or
crested display of lilac?
my mother and i cry on her grandfather's grave
it is my first day free from prison
a great very loud exclamation
i remove what i feel to be an artery from leg
high up
above the knee
above the thigh
near my groin i bleed
and my mother does not see my pain
a
change of tone
a
change of pace
the undertaker is *****
the commitment is difficult
alas pride beckons
truth denies me
my own blood speaks and disgusts me
closing of my legs in 2029
with my father's ******* between my teeth
with my father's teeth swirling around my tongue
with my brother's cord now inside me
with my mother's tears on her grandfather's grave
with my unborn brother.
III.
with my son
with the one i love
IV.
i enjoy the moment
i do not splash my blood across my father's *******
i do not ingest my unborn brother
a
change of tone
a
change of pace
i am not released from prison.
i have not been released from prison
a second part beckons.
i continue consuming serpent's droppings.
my spider's egg-sac continues singing.
a terrible wave of violence.
my father's teeth swirl over, altogether across my tongue.
into my pallette.
my new-york strength fighting.
a terrible wave of violence.
my father's new ******* between my teeth
and my splashes of blood on his hand-me-down mantle.
Tragedy
