Saturday, June 07, 2008
Sunday Afternoon Porno Video
1 Switching on
The buzzing of phosphor dots re-arranging themselves
madden the senses like the hum of a thousand flies.
They attempt to escape the surface of the screen
but they are stuck in the skin of a steaming turd,
that enfolds them and congeals as it solidifies.
2 Switching off
The listless eyes absorb the sophistry of simulated sleaze
the bored ears attend each mindless moan
A screen of pulsing and panting, signifying nothing,
Until just before a false little death
silence slices through the last theatrical groan...
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