immediate Transformation
of man in special k trance into messenger of the
divine touch
joy dances on the barricades
when we recognize our love
and not the narcotic ornaments of deceit
when we touch
it is our joy that meets to kill the boredom
boredom that whistles hymns to models and lawyers
we plunge our knives like sex
into fashion
we plunge our knives into fashion
when we destroy the objects of art
in clubs
stab me repeatedly
until the blood of our desires consumes illusion
milk shot from your breasts like bullets
destroying samsara
like Kali