I have bled the holy human blood from a tiny finger wound.
I have spooned deep into the nose and picked with artistry from it.
I have retched the bleach like bile of the human stomach.
I have defecated in underwear in a dark tunnel.
My testicles have swollen to red raw balls of delicately painful hate.
My eyes have swelled with the green mucus and puss of sordid infection.
My heart has murmured, or so it felt, when dozing in the back of real.
My room has reeked of the most acrid vile effluvium of decay.
The phlegm of the body
corresponds to the phlegm of reality…
As a steady pong emits like gassy ancient beans
and left over spaghetti
from an abandoned tabernacle in a derelict church…
God shall return spreading like a cloud a cold black
metaphysical sheet which makes everything disappear
-what we humans may best under stand as a bin bag-
it is the sheet of the void sliding over us
and the litter shall be shown no Mercy!
and the bile shall rise and the puss shall pour
and our wounds and body functions shall mark us guilty
And the earth the universe and everything humanshit in it
shall be dumped like a solid through the ten regions of Hell
and the Waste Disposal God shall laugh - knowing it is good…
O decade decade decay!
This is a decaying matter!
A matter of decades decaying!
decay decades of decay of decaying
matter of decay! Thank God
fertile fetiliser of hope!