CUT-UP

A POEM BY MONIKA BANCYR-DE-ANGELI

 Not pushing anything  That was dedicated  To the boyish figure.  Ecstasy, oh ecstasy figured it out itself  My soul is on firebutts, lovebutts bathing  Begotten by the hands  What is in style? Emptiness     From the nipple to the finger  Smell flower butts, rectangles, the prams  and no sex  The indifference of pierced bodies of  Chessboard  Bursting in waves. The ecstatic whole.     What happens when heart just pierced my eyes ?     Through the chest of infinitismal grew flower butts     Queer, sudo-queer, the Limitless Light,  Nature pushes.  Relaxation in the circle of flower butts.      Artwork © Monika Bancyr-de-Angeli

Not pushing anything

That was dedicated

To the boyish figure.

Ecstasy, oh ecstasy figured it out itself

My soul is on firebutts, lovebutts bathing

Begotten by the hands

What is in style? Emptiness

 

From the nipple to the finger

Smell flower butts, rectangles, the prams

and no sex

The indifference of pierced bodies of

Chessboard

Bursting in waves. The ecstatic whole.

 

What happens when heart just pierced my eyes ?

 

Through the chest of infinitismal grew flower butts

 

Queer, sudo-queer, the Limitless Light,

Nature pushes.

Relaxation in the circle of flower butts.

 

Artwork © Monika Bancyr-de-Angeli

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