Symbiosis

morning came

a turbid blue

Afreya awoke

stretching into her morning

wash away the sleep

soft gown falls

naked supple

moves into the garden

emerging from the still

green shrubbery

the ungrich

beaked and blind

with anal spewed eggs

that Afreya would sing to

her voice, her touch

broke soft shell

baby ungrich

fragile wet flesh

scooped and offered

Afreya took each one

devouring them

soft bony morsel

tissue swallowed

belly and breasts

began to swell

eager baby grew

her body tremors

with each and every

bite

enjoying what mother ate

Afreya smiled

her own offspring

would come

to nurture on her red milk

the world would

become theirs

as Afreya collapsed

withering to a husk

she had done

what her birth had intended

repeat the process

and die again

in that way

https://dangerousminds.net/comments/sex_satan_and_surrealism_the_unsettling_erotica_of_michael_hutter

Not my usual kind of work, but felt compelled looking at Michael Hutters paintings, that have defining and disturbing depth of beauty

Oliver Girondo – Even Dying Her

EVEN DYING HER

The palpable the morbid
the conch bold bed the sodregs
the taut deep probes the ebbs waves of the flesh
its nubile contractile pistils
and its annexed nests
the fervid languiforms innumerable subsubornings of touch
its naked blue must
each lode
each vein of blood’s echo’s dream
somniloquent nights of high celestial croaking that animaplunge us vertigo
soliloquy
how much it sticks without coasts to the flow the pulse to the red cosmogone
its emptied faces
and its channels
even biting the earth
terra incognita notorious pickaxe eyes for sore sight the bony the impacts of
awe of more slack
any being on the sore spot
the gifts given gone where orbits sobs of euphoria fog among themselves
whichever vigil attentively veiled expected skeleton spouse
daft barren wake
the microchance of germ motive encounter
already fugitive thens
selfsearching for free
the fantaseeds
even ingesting the earth
any porous way
the sole wide well of the pit immersed inside
sectarian thirst for thirst finite embraces
each mouth
therefore the sum
such stubborn love
hightide loving the brimming lovepandemic totem sprout of love of love breaking out
the pockmark
new gorgon love medium olavacobraniagara erect entire swoon
that ululululululates and arpeggiosipiderscratches the ego breath core
even exhaling the earth
with its trine astroids its species and names multiflames mires and excrecredences
its lassos buzzards love nests of complex incests among loose bones currents without
drains
its neighboring corpses of memory
its light of naked crop
its axillas of nap
and its gyre in dough not less less than other related cogyrators
even the feeble weaning
even the neuter untempting
even dying her

 

Oliver Girondo 1891-1967 an Argentinian poet who rejected academia and academic poets touching on surrealism and create new sounds of poetry, listening to phonetics and often an existentialist , breaking limits of punctuation and word boundaries like Borges published in many magazines as well as his books

Shuji Terayama – Labyrinth Tale

Shuji Terayama – Labyrinth Tale from Doom4s on Vimeo.

when she flies

loathing had been a mirror of his sleep,

now without sanitorium or astral light,

deaths pungency had gone

she lay before him,

naked as the solemnized wedding bed,

sewn with silk and love

cerise ridge scars

created with a skill he never knew he had,

her offal once mortal

he feasted upon

washed with wine and tears,

absorbing her

leaving her with mechanics,

parting her legs

felt for the copper tube

inserted handle

and turned each activating

and animating,

mechanical precision went into motion

body shuddered

eyes a shade of fog fluttered open,

she could move

with silence as her voice was no more,

he helped her dress

that velvet gown

he loved so much,

outside to walk again

without fear of bacteria or virus

morning filled the mountains with shadow,

holding hands

her face a dark riddle,

in her eyes she had the knowledge

to do the same for him

when that time came

to walk immortal together,

then she paused

he thought mechanics had failed

as she began to lift off the ground

taking flight,

he panicked calling out

as she slipped out of grasp,

soared higher into air

unable to reply,

that she had a lover she had

to find

Chagall

 

 

Man Ray Two Faced Image

Man Ray

Emile de Antonio Painters Painting

Given to Indulgence

the phonograph x-rayed my heart

revealing my masks

made transparent,

beyond the rain and taxi’s

i had found her seclusion

in naked objectivity,

plaster pale soft crumble skin

body parts watched

with cigarettes and champagne

i saw concealed secrets

and heard songs clearer

than birds in the aquarium,

her surface

seen with ermine handles

places only i would open

was i allowed,

finding folded letters

written already to me,

without violence

her form held more than torso

expression beneath smoke and satin,

i would unfold these letters

contained with words

i must adhere to

without contradiction,

they would not be replaced

paper too fragile

extracted for only the moment

my skin grease dissolved them

immediately and in sadness
yet no regret

only honesty and strength

Venus de Milo with Drawers, 1936, Salvador Dali

 

Scatterflex

wundt wanted

as i watched the eye

methodic tick,

moved from  side to side,

pavlov stimuli

deeper expressive i feel

no chemical replication

given to how i feel,

as i want to touch the eye,

conditioned and reduced

to basic function,

i was in a hole,

that my mind had opened

a non neutral stimulus

as now i saw her eye

non evasive swaying

encountering me with a look

that withered my root,

amplify the kisses

to a ravenous clamor

of wet hole slurping

my digestion of love

is diminishing,

before any digression

her eye, that eye

consumes retina to cortex

and i become lost

more marijuana

more bourbon,

will i take her back,

can the conditions of isolation

be repealed ,

settling further back

i want aural infusion of music

so that i can decide,

tick click tick click

fractious nerves tingle

i slide to unconscious

knowing after it would

reveal

femme comme des singes

truth electron tears

sourced by hand percussion drill,

positions undertaken by

fourth floor bureaucrats

with obsidian knowledge

passed hand to hand

to next in line,

five on the rope

she had there remainder

shadow staining dress,

undergarments shrunken

bare hidden forms

still secreted away,

tantalus would share

morsel by morsel,

tear decanter drunk

dry sliced eyes

circled on a plate,

leaves of the solitary unseen

grows on higher boughs,

no dreams would come

bureaucrats shimmer

one became ape in the room

wanting her now lain out

eating eye slices

tearing fabric,

bisect her flesh

find house of womb

betwixt the merry lanes,

and bestow

a lineage of being,

each passing memorygrams

of this day,

that history became a white puffball

untainted by wind

vibrant in an untethered life,

lips spill a smile,

it is done,

monochromatic lungs exhale

chaise long divan sprawl

psycho optic devices

watched from balcony

ape demure retreat,

sanctioned now by all,

foetal organism growth

placenta footed

leaving footprints

for tomorrow