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letra de who's in charge here (beneath the triumph of shadows) - rozz williams

old -ss monkeys swivel in the discuss/fiscuss lovers
yahtzee style
circle of viral disease spent in whirlpools of light
hatred, beginnings of the new world…
“jimmy trick,” the sp-ce captain moaned from beneath
the cosmic red rays of radioactive dead curl “you make
my heart sing”
a h-m-s-xual antibiotic for no s-x in venereal hallway
sleaze
cross its path if you must return head-burn, separate
the vile scent from a misspent youth uncouth elders
sent these children to their demise unrecognizable
limbs sway in palm shadow
rigorous waves that i ride on, endless (so it seems),
corrupt crawl, withdrawal – bent on trembling knee
prayers, thrust up, thrown to sky
eyes torn out and tattered rags of emotion
devotion often squandered on a heap of melting flesh,
mesh teeth, howl aloud –
“forget me not, forget me not”
recognition blurs and spurs me on to further acts of
degradation
no boundaries, no limits, no sp-ce beyond acceptance of
the m-ss genocide to come
squealing for a fat tomorrow never known
a quick infliction and the last convulsions of life
into death begin and while you may think it morbid, the
reality will not hide repulsion
it breeds like a plague-ridden flea from carc-ss to
carc-ss
door to door parasite, sign your name to the list of
those dying
get a hold, grip tender with your organ…
sugar s-x on a bed of holy wh-r-dom
there is no bill of sale with this love
let it all be known
in false dedication, i defile all before me
medicate the sh-ll of a body you thought was alive
hobby-horse-goat… gloating/bloated
candy cotton’s spun its web of sickening, sticky rush
around you – nothing as it seems
apocalyptic memory soon come true
riding the pale horse which taunts you, haunts you with
its wholesome/precome illusion
suck you f-ck, and suck until i c-m
what might it entail to flaunt you as the hustler
you’ve become?
hole in the head, dreading the next image
a haystack needle mile, descending mend-tack pile ‘o
skin and we cannot escape the inescapable
how could they?

- rozz williams

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