Kamil
Kukla

The Unflappable Circus of Polymer Galore

like the barrel of a washing machine in a slapstick porn

(mary! mary! quite polymary! shut yer trap!

But where hast thou gone? To the acrylic cave you were born?)

 

RECOMMENDED WITH BOUNDLESS ENTHUSIASM:

 

1. Skin slippery octopuses (available for take-out)!

2. Stuff yourself on Movement. Fillet whole Worlds. Blush out a Thought. Nasty as Plaster!

3. Give the gift of Wild at Stomach to the Legs of Izolda Morgan, stuck with saliva
   (a present gets you thicker quicker: everything’s chasing its own tail)!

4. Juxtapose the hazy idea and the idea made flesh!

5. Throw pearls before swine, and the swine into the trough
   (stones for the rampart, poke an awl through the sauna)?

6. What’s that? A slimy map? (What? It got gaudy in the middle) :/

7. My body talks to me, but I wish it would talk to my foot…

8. On slippery comets! Is that a worm-dick or just the Kraken?!

9. To be a fish bone and gill of a pond. A Jonah Bitterface expelled from History.

10. An astrological woodworm, and a lunkhead to boot :/

11. I lie here asking: Where has my horniness gone?
    (I want to copulate with life like crazed kelp. You know the kind I mean)??

12. A ron-day-vu with a guitar, I strum out the polymercore classics
    (such as: Cardinal Assassins of Styrofoam or The Ashen Chauffeur of Blade Runners).

 

Why did the stranger take the cabbage soup and leave behind THESE THINGS? 

The universe is not indifferent. It kicks, sings, sometimes it moans. 

Something broke, and it ain’t me. 

 

IT AIN’T ME

 

SOMETHING IS BORN                                                                              

SOMETHING HERE IS SHUDDERING