Heavencity 3
Our own pet watches outrun us
Now in the middle of a galvanized wooden floor
The stuffy hearts tickling in pain
I offer you calibration
The corporal soul that burnt so fast to ashes
In sheer oxygen-consumption
Are now stones getting on my muscular kicks –
Even in a distance of a hundred skies
I couldn’t stumble on any similar image
An overwhelming white beard flowing out of my lower chest
The teeth have grown grass and the penis ice
One two three buttons pass petroleum through anus
and I vomit manganese iron ore —
They’ve put a wise artist and me on two sides of Taurus
They decided to kill the artist—
“There is place only for clerks in this city”
Market! Market! Bang bang boom boom
etiquetted sextoys celebrate vasectomy
Give him golden genital silver lips
Fetch him a hundred void vaginas
Cotton and plastic milkpack
The ultraclever violate ray of civilization
Has got me discovered the market supervisor
Piss and booze and smoke on pipes
Amid the brains of these genitals buttocks and milkpacks
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