inside
gentle
houses
buried in the slumber of
laundry baskets & filthy sinks
surrounded by ghosts
who refuse to accept
their deth
who refuse to
pheal uhgen
hoo notice nuthing
but arrogance & availability
down
down
o
w
n
below the milky edge
of sight hibernation
in the
hungry
smiles
of
grinning
gorgons
covered
in sin
watching
the
moon
die
trance-forming
saving
the uniVERSE
uhgen
spinning
like
serpents
in battle
with the armies
of mediocrity
& the ritual
heat of fire
conspiring
against every
single 1 of them
hoo hate
hour speeseas
hoo H8
my taste
of reality
who seek
to destroy
that which
makes me whole
down
the
corridoor
past
the
green
shag
& feather
pillow crime
anarchies
i practise
my secret powers
of 4bidden invisibility
ancient &
alone
know one
not won
actually
ever
really
seize
Mee.
cannibal
hed
frend of the ded
phealing
my way to
perfection
inviting
the
living void
nightly
pheeding
my growing
infection
and soh
my duty of
sacrifice
my worthless
yet determined
advice
is
2
escape
the skin.
escape
the skin.
challenge
everything
&
kill
whut
u can
can u
taste
my fever ...
pleez?