vermiform visions intrude and I am happy...

the ubiquity wave [called the all-loving consensus... watching bloody bodies and eating popcorns drenched in sweat]
undulating onyx as me as I as you as the plate inside our skulls (a collective)
once opaque as an opal [gravedigger eat me eat my soul]
re-evaluate the depression {let us stare at Nietzsches death mask -

as a slice of bread...

oh, spinach-spine (we are the culprits and we know it!)
your essence (if one was ever to be found = it is not) fences ink on the enamel floor [bathroom-dreams suffices... to think a beauty is to piss on the navel]
the washbucket esophagi in his esoteric space pukes &
disputes the distinction {only materialist poetics holds, no0?...

Shame: makeup machines smudge speck on the commandments (burn them!)
the mandolin [killer] drives beams of lust into the well-smelling
mango manicure of shrug glue [let us be fastened to the idol]
incense angers the carnivores... thus

the palpitating body hangs vertical
enfolded within all of cosmos verses