Disintegration - Young Virgin Auto-Sodomized by her own Chastity by Ralph-Michael Chiaia / 2005 Atomic energy like gold bars stacked infinitely In a cosmic desert, isn't all desert cosmic Or is that kind of talk for the movies? Cacti and jackrabbits and roadrunners, yeah right! That girl, stubby as an unfiltered Lucky, Stacked as gold bars into infinity, Stoned as cooked sugar or melted butter, Stopped you before the act & maddened you Desert or not, it is real as surreal     insanity stacked in intergalactic anger Like the light at the end of the tunnel is peace, This is anger. The unbearable multitude Inconceivable disjunction beating Through veins, synapses, the smell of leather Grammar school classmates naked on conveyor Belts--repetition--dick keeps growing As a child you watered the floor for hours. Madman locks himself in a room writing to Dali with a paper tiger on his head Look closely it's burning up in the air Like Lichtenstein-dots like       They're everywhere       In the air, a psychic-solar attack       Three tigers out of nowhere appear To tear her into bloody chunks of flesh & bone Like gas from the stove disintegrates Like the kitchen is real Like the veranda is grouped by chair & TV A few kilometers from said kitchen All in a desert. And into eternity you see Like the sodomy is real Ecclesiastically her own chastity disintegrates up her asshole. Fuck the plums, the nightingales, the goblin market Up yours, raven, sky like anesthetized patient This is no kaddish, song of whoself? theyself? No chimneysweeper, black boys, they've all Been reduced to bare atoms, part of the million-       eyed monster reduced to the way light reflects off wine glasses       while you dine outdoors, sipping Mimosas or Bloody Marys This is said million-eyed monster The young virgin is sleeping now while a bee-wrapped in soft striped fuzz with black hanging armor, they say that the stinger is like a waist that fucks your skin mechanically penetrates inside you while the upper part the bee 'self' dies it's death. two competing parts in one thing all somehow connected (psychically?) to the hive-buzzes beside a pomegranate - provoking. The Young Virgin Auto-Sodomized by her own Chastity is split in two competing selves a dream is on her mind manifested to my eye in front of me in this desert-scape is it real?