Uli Jon Roth
vibrating
on a higher plane
the landscape
so bright on the retinas
the fluid was viscous
and smelling of tar
to feed chakras
floating in synchronicity
the melody line came to
HIM
so he remembered
previous existence
where mental projections
of ancestors acting out on
training primer
Vulva
ancient vulva
carved into
the stone
warnings to the
remaining children
diseased in skin
suits
we hit a deer this morning
a strawberry driving
against wicked bone
shapes
hit the gas and cleanly
shattered the gout
ornaments
scuttled waste high
demon eyes
anything to get away
from the night
furiously fingering
light tones of reptilian
laughter
the Tantric whine
of the camera drone
