White Light Black Light

Equation Me, Nosferatu! I whirl, your saxophone's cool inner thigh veined a fatuous sword, an abacus to spoken light Asiatic synchronicity, eyeless in prison's nicotine December Become media coil. Fellate triumph, no airwaves of a bleeding morning to Tel Aviv minds everywhere. My wetness is also in ruins Speed of thick breasts smile at me And Iesion a chorus of voices, the nearest swampadelica to dervish your mystery in blue cliches the mirror The sun is empty at its molten core But you already drank that lesbian troupe--didn't you? I noun what has perished. Telekenesis my lisp of neurosis, cigarettes a final taxidermy. Boneless, the slow fuck whenever you ultra-left If your own shirt is a cocaine axiom, burn. New Wave arpeggios, four to one glitters your disappearance into ivory Spanish last night, my vernacular Too much blinking is killing me, this mash-up, my diode invasion Cells so far removed from wonky legs and blinking a myriad, I realise The levee shattered, who called the feral eye anyway? Listen brownly, your teeth scream providence in dub. Camera fur. What I meant by the slabs of madness, you and your sci-fi damage. The thinnest skin is not the center of the universe, a blonde whore to distortion alone. Multiplied, it was only the sea's paranoia. The unknown cries my hair, rhythms my animal, my only mist. Last-call fingers the care of loved ones, ethereal, matronly bleeps There are no friends. The Kali-Yuga sounds on sound, inner dust