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in a kink clutch
breaking a twisted angel
on the rack of
onward Christian solders
in ecstatic flagellations
for kinky saliva cliterature
with a mouth black window widows bite
in a white lie light
of cruel dark night
while jazz jizz
layonaise spatters
where its soft and hurts good
and fossil wang pussies
drive down the armageddon highway
in a bright burn
with dirty feet on clean sheets
and drooling tongues

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pass by a title like that? Your word twists are unique. ~ Geezer.

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Thanks like 600 cats eating a beached whale :)

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Can't comment of the content, (feels like the mushrooms did their thing.) I really like most of the sounds, and the images and abstractions..the Armageddon highway, the invented words.
all works for me but

with a mouth black window widows bite

is a line too hard to say, and so stops the flow of sound...too much alliteration


in a white lie light
of cruel dark night

as the only rhyme just does not feel like it fits to me after a few reads.

I think the poem works best with its creative word play like jazz jizz ...very Lewis Carol

I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing
than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance
ee cummings

Thanks for your comments Mark
Yeah the language is up there with
"Betty Botter bought some butter but said she the butters bitter if I put it in my batter it will make my butter bitter" :0 or unique New York

I fell in love with Mina Loy

Lunar Baedeker By Mina Loy

A silver Lucifer
cocaine in cornucopia

To some somnambulists
of adolescent thighs
in satirical draperies

Peris in livery
for posthumous parvenues

Delirious Avenues
with the chandelier souls
of infusoria
from Pharoah’s tombstones

to mercurial doomsdays
Odious oasis
in furrowed phosphorous

the eye-white sky-light
white-light district
of lunar lusts

Stellectric signs
“Wing shows on Starway”
“Zodiac carrousel”

of ecstatic dust
and ashes whirl
from hallucinatory citadels
of shattered glass
into evacuate craters

A flock of dreams
browse on Necropolis

From the shores
of oval oceans
in the oxidized Orient

Onyx-eyed Odalisques
and ornithologists
the flight
of Eros obsolete

And “Immortality”
mildews ...
in the museums of the moon

“Nocturnal cyclops”
“Crystal concubine”

Pocked with personification
the fossil virgin of the skies
waxes and wanes

Ill contemplate your review
Best Z ;)

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Haahaahaa Well thats sexual deprivation for you :)

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they abstained from sex, then you have a hole in your theory! They might have been supposed to, but we know that there are many that are supposed to... Priests, nuns, etc.. ~ Geezer.

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Your so right; yet they hated themselves for it so they did it like vagrants in alleys fearing the ham-fisted wrath of the almighty and the sentence to hell. Perhaps there is a deprivation in that attitude and the culture it creates especially to one who thinks that sex is sacred.
Unfortunately sacred from them; not sacred to them
All those tragic intimidated little boys and girls who grow up terrified and persuaded they are going to hell for touching themselves never mind each other

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