Take me to the Underworld
Princess divine.
We shall create children
and name them for Satan's pallbearer's
The world rejoices!
Rejoice! The witch is dead.
Ding Dong the witch is dead.
Wicked old witch, nasty old witch.
Ding Dong the wicked Satan is dead.
The world rejoices
your perfume lingers on my hands and neck, sweet river road, I take thee to
paradise?


-soc

I've had tequila and I am confused:


This is yesterday
What is yesterday
Yes
What?




-soc

Invasion of the Neptune men:


Sleep well Greta
The men will be here, of the morrow
Sleep well Samson, the mines
will close tomorrow
Civil discord, neptunian dream
Death




-soc

Dead pirate,

welcome to the Dome of the Rock

This is Jeremiah,
he stabbed three children

This is Pilar,
she drank the milk of the goat

This is Malachi,
he betrayed Malcolm

This is the father of Satan,
he bids you hello.

Work away your tempestuous
dreams, traveller

This is a place of...esoteric comfort


-soc

Dance monkey, dance to the rhythms of Satan

Walk tiger god,
walk the path of insipid kindness

Sleep ram,
sleep through the night of unutterable fallacies

Stay lizard ghost,
stay among the deranged lambent children


-soc

A poem at the bar.


Ignatius Riley
roams the city.

Where is God?
He is dead, replied
the crow.


-soc

Hello pirate


hello maidservant


Welcome to Hell


welcome to the sky


Welcome to Jupiter


Let us rejoice


Let us drink blood in the Caves of Altamira


-soc

The tortoise slept in the midday sun,
Lazy,
after working arduously to be fed


The man walked in the midday sun,
Thinking,
recalling his persecution from the village


The fish swam in the midday sun,
Vigorously,
instinctive only of continuation, fulfillment, reciprocity


The tree danced in the midday sun,
Rejoicing
in it's celebrated acceptance


The cloud wept in the midday sun,
Having read the lines too often.


-soc

Sugar Williams broke the bank on a horse prostitute.


Egyptian maggot fuck.


Self effacing amphibious requiem.


Shotgun fault lines, krzxau.


shameless.


-soc

The bear and the crow, friends since birth
They dabble in the arts, as children do
Soon, they will be separated
Soon, the crow will lift towards the moon
The bear will tend towards the stream


The moon and the stream, friends since birth
They dabble in the arts, as gods do
When will I walk the stream?
When will I dance upon the moon?


This journey, inchoate.


-soc

They say talk is for losers
They say talk is for fools


They say I have never met Napoleon but...
They say I plan to find the time


Science Erotica, new subject


-soc

Essence
Death
How do rain, blue sky
how do travel, blue highway


Little child, black dog
Rain, tea, smoke
sod, shoe, iron, conglomerate
wooden


Cucumber sandwich, dr, salt
hello, woman, hello basalt
garage R&B
my homage to....
humanity. soul.


-soc