Equation Me, Nosferatu!

I whirl, your saxophone's cool inner thigh
veined a fatuous sword, an abacus to spoken light

Asiatic synchronicity, eyeless in prison's nicotine December

Become media coil. Fellate triumph, no airwaves of a bleeding morning
to Tel Aviv minds everywhere. My wetness is also in ruins

Speed of thick breasts smile at me
And Iesion a chorus of voices, the nearest
swampadelica to dervish your mystery in blue cliches the mirror

The sun is empty at its molten core
But you already drank that lesbian troupe--didn't you?




I noun what has perished. Telekenesis my lisp of neurosis, cigarettes a
final taxidermy. Boneless, the slow fuck whenever you ultra-left

If your own shirt is a cocaine axiom, burn. New Wave arpeggios,
four to one glitters your disappearance into ivory

Spanish last night, my vernacular




Too much blinking is killing me, this mash-up, my diode invasion
Cells so far removed from wonky legs and blinking a myriad, I realise
The levee shattered, who called the feral eye anyway?

Listen brownly, your teeth scream providence in dub. Camera fur. What I meant
by the slabs of madness, you and your sci-fi damage. The thinnest skin
is not the center of the universe, a blonde whore to distortion alone. Multiplied,
it was only the sea's paranoia. The unknown cries my hair, rhythms my animal,
my only mist. Last-call fingers the care of loved ones, ethereal, matronly bleeps

There are no friends. The Kali-Yuga sounds on sound, inner dust