Loving with a loaded stun gun, undefined by the calibre
My salivating bloated tongue hung in mid air over
ungathered song lyrics sung in silence
Spirits from the crypt wielding whips move my lips when Im reading novels
Mr. Son, You eat the meat, Ill eat the offal.
And together well pick this carcass clean and wind up with a skeleton...
Well take a breathe in then be back again to grind the bones into a fine dust
and paint our faces with the ashes
The color clashes with the symbolism.
Fighting fascists walk in the Kimberleys
until their skin disease begin to camouflage us.
Into herds of these native birds and bees,
all having *** in hexagonal nests.
The worlds ping Es like ping English instead of science
and with the S and L they spell the words 'Eternal Silence'
And this is the Sahara, here the pigeons are the scavengers.
As ravenous as Burke and Wills (he kills to eat the cannibals)
Instead they ate the camels. We do the same **** here with mammals.
Walking two legged, racks of lamb wearing toupees.
This act of man as cannibal, acts as mechanical hands of time
tracks the impediment of my syntax
Saxophonists blow the oesophagus blues
Green Oranges. All blood is red.
I woke up in my sarcophagus so I guess I got to be dead
Decapitating the head of a pimple upon a particular meat
'I aint eating this! Garcon ! Whats going on
with my camel meat? I am enragedand disapproving!'
'Ahh sir.. I do believe that meat youre eating is human.'
Cannibals