The Return of Artaud the Momo (Excerpts)
The anchored mind screwed into me
by the psycho-
lubricious thrust of
is the one that thinks
every temptation, every desire,
a dada orzoura
o dou zoura
a dada skizi
o kaya pontoura
Not the membrane of the chasm,
nor the member omitted from this gism,
sprung from depredation,
but slut meat,
outside of there where its hard or limp.
Already passed through the hard and the limp,
spread out this slut meat in palm
bloodless from holding itself stiff
black, violet, from straining toward the limp.
But what then in the end, you, the madman?