WHORE CLUSTERS

foaming up

a think-beyond

in every case

connote when

I squirt you

in the face

the transcendence

of dub trance

neither being

nor becoming

but dissolved

in a sea of

apsaras.  Total

punishment

on the joy

shaft: I make

you my

reliquary my

volitional

teardown. 

Bury all

knowledge

in its rupture.

Fucking out

judges

and essences.