Tomorrow, Magpie

As a ravaged eye, plucked

from occidental tree.

Worms protrude out of the soil

under the falsest pretense.

Fidgety tooth.

quivering c**t'.

solicitous leg

trickling piss.

innate black

preceding bone-light.

This, a horticulture of things, 

uneasy, ungrowing.

Mirth, its edentulous grin, gnawing

chunks of raw scalp earth.

Only wash figurative filth

from between nothingness hands.

dispensable, yet cyclical.

Cue maturation; the modern taste 

of human sap, hydroplaning

down cannibal-tongued

 streets.

Reviews

[L.Edward]

Sublime surreal madness, I dig how it swallows itself at the end like a fractal.