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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