Vestiges : I want them to see yellow

o



Dragging the sad eyed sun eaten flesh of my mind picked through and through;
through the streets of Berlin, endless blind streets illuminating nothing but golden calves and false idols whose criminal ranting vanished into nowhere sweats under the thumbprint of your touch that lit american cigarettes and studied Gide, Flaubert, Balzac in itchy vibrating planes through dashes of jumping omnipotence;
nightmare beats of time deliver demonic ecstasies across the Atlantic ocean;
what me think--broke down, bitten, eaten alive, wrap your arms and legs around me, stare and stare into the wildcat eyes of my messiah’s infinity;
blond and naked

overwhelmed sex flavored word play colored your thigh in the tangled limbs of something new I want to imbibe you like a performance of perfumed feels, gropes, plunge you down into an abyss of spectral affirmations, haunt your ether and scornful drool, pulsate in your abdominal wounds, the wet and dripping vapors of your cry, your wail, your howl-- mind speak flooding--the sky is falling on the precipice of the horrors of western civilization but the metaphysics of your gaze is my only concern.


o