Songs For Insects - Thought Industry

I sing poems of rebellion.

Lax russet lips lavish

Scabrous empathy.

Without rights I kowtow.

A silly

Carcass burrowing forward.

This reads terms of vast

Cosmos for Tianamen Square, or felt dampness in meat.

I crave iced pavement to clot my languid flesh.

Without

Rights I blunder.

A bloated child lost in a flaccid smile.

Mold and silk ripple the womb.

Congested slams of Beijing.

Suckle chunk water surviving rusty plumbing.

Paint chips and fades the wormholed face of Mao

Zedong.

Insects tremble at the coming of the Year of the

Cockroach.

Visage with backwards eyes could be Sun-Yet-Sen.

A Friend armed with nails to help me torch the flag.

«Leader, your steps I adore.

I’ll fight along since you

Stand for me.

I have surrendered to life’s enchantment, a Voluptuous passing dream.»

«Carnage?, peeped the Fly.

His wings glide with

Sweat.

Lick her foot.

Consume it slowly.

Blood is what I Need.

Raped her squirming cute face sobbing.

I’m the

Cockroach King.

When is wrong all right?

We’ll banter in The cupboards.

Meditate.

Use Zen under the plates.

Father I am.

I’m you, but I’ve found I’m you as lethe.

Sable Saliva paints a plethora of Lindens with rugose

Branches and molted angst torsos.

«Don't cry my baby brother.

A martyr I was made.

When the tanks just roll me over, remember where your

Loyalties remain.

Thighs held tense and wet deserve salacious care.

Risque' like death I maim guests slowly.

Love is all I Need.

A fat bombast stripped leitmotif for the Cockroach

King.

A ruffian to trust?

Like what kissing preludes.

What

Rigmarole poets elude.

Father I am.

I’m you, but I’ve

Found I’m you;

a swain.

The pariah’s gone.

Extirpated.

Let’s burn His house.

Holy water drink it slowly.

Where’s the police tonight?

Stumbling down here.

Here the police will die.

City

Water vomits harshly.

Love spinning round.

Flailing.

Bloody water washes hardly.

Sauterne, parched I suck.

Blotter.

Sweat and water tastes too salty now.

Lepidoptera.

One billion strong.

Twenty miles wide

To kill one man.

No time to use with morals to loose.

To choose.

Dabble dandy sulfur daisy eye.

My eye.

Debatable

Flummery.

Me free.

Lilliputian ego.

A rayon vest, a Smooth chest.

No complications.

No compendium.

Sangfroid.

I disencumber with equilibrium.

A drunkard.

I am.

I’m you,

but I’ve found I’m you as dawn.