Chasm of weeping souls ,
panting and trembling ,
twisted mouth of cotton candy,
meat for blue beard arsonist ,
sealed lips book ,cold calvary street ...
locative subject ,livid devil\'s lived ...
The doors to paradise open onto the toilets...
Dr Freud ,waiting to explore your limbo ,
old lover grimacing, pawing at souls
swallowing on the rainbow sofa ...
A verdict placed on your limb, phagocited
by canibal powers ...
The caravan of thirst ,no longer pass
through the spasm of slaves ...
\"Come to me ,you, funny little runt ,
I am your one dog with the nails of the cross
and saturday nude sabbath fever ! \'\'
The reprobate thinks -\" I hate you family ! \'\'
And devored by the ablative object ,
exorcising the gospel of oblivion ,
shredding a crumpled doll\'s woolen womb
for sale at a souvenir shop ...