Thirteenth Step

Tonight you will all be part of a social experiment...

I present to you with blistering enthusiasm

neoteric versification extracted just moments ago
from the illusive Biblioclast manuscript.


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ANDROMEDA LAPDANCED (Molly)

From behind the divide, she threw over the edge of the mulberry shoji screen each article of clothing in chronological order of acquirement.
Pant suit, then fire engine pumps, peek-a-boo basque, the epidermis, strands of musculature, cold bones and old organs---her circulatory system matched the curtains and added a certain ambiance that would put Martha Stewart to shame.

-Alostrael “The Womb of God”



[MECONIUM]
Molly, dei of moony atom empathogen bathes…
The reverent, irrelevant world renowned ingenerate-invertebrate high-test unleaded medulla of daft flutter and fanciful surge.

[EMPUSE]
In the honey-crisp striptease of razzmatazz calamus billows over Eros and Psyche and their bulletproof brainpans spill praline marrows and
Masonic shake unbridled hands in dissolute New Amsterdam’s.

[ANHALONIUM LEWINII]
Molly, I don’t know if I want to fuck your pink naptime tot asshole or for a split second languish in Assyrian lunar tide and lay them down to sleep with lays of mass destruction as you often do.
And wash over the scalp vested shrill of mimetic somnambulistic ballerinas as they curb the 9th cloud.

[VULGATE]
Molly, you are my hydrogen bombshell.
Of stasis and catharsis, in the Saturn-natural sheep clothes of cosmic nocturnal’s
I embellish short-term memory
As an apostle of placebos in the Simian simulacrum automatic adagio

[PHOBOS]
I will die your ADAM and EMPATHY if you melt the moody pupils of all those who believe in a scythe of earth bled spurts of soot and sod and pigtailed tresses of asbestos.
Sojourn in the bald- spots of “Alabama’s homunculus weed whisked by a million guillotines” and the hunt of heads will never be my lyric nor my rune as long as she talks a dirty talk through a busted champagne flute to the volute and coil matrix
of my minds eye.

[HECATE]
And this isn’t about Molly,
or all that black shit on her eyes,
her gaunt and jutting trilobite bone structure
or omega Casanovas coughing supernova with sex.
And this isn’t in, or noise-core, sharp pop, fine art, mod, current or an inflated ciao or namaste away from new-school heroin chic.
This is not about Florestan & Eusebius or half & half triads of deviant peptides or delicious head.


[CASSIOPEIA]
And I am not a reverend of radiology’s ion sprung and andromeda lapdanced.
I’m ultraviolet fusty violent fast-acting post-modern no-nonsense shoot-to-kill
low-calorie cerebral martini prowling, tailing, snooping, stalking, trailing, chasing, tracking and haunting that very special someone,
the one that doesn’t press charges.









Footnotes:

Molly- a term for pure crystal MDMA; often in capsule form.
Florestan & Eusebius- Robert Shchuman's imaginary friends
Adam & Empathy- Names given to the first batches of MDMA produced by Merck Pharmaceuticals