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Oh Cranium...

Oh cranium anus of the empty night
the sky blows away dies
the wind brings absence to obscurity

Deserting a sky sdistorting the being
empty voice tongue heavy with coffins
being bumping against being
the head conceals the being
the sickness of the being vomits a black sun of spit.

Shirt pulled off in the water
blooming with hairs
when filthy happiness licks the lettuce
heart sick in the rain
in the vacillating light of drool she laughs blissfully.

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Earth turn turn earth
turning whores of wood
sun red sun black
roses white roses pink

roses of the grave
turning roses
whores of the grave
turning graves.

Georges Bataille, The Collected Poems of Georges Bataille, translator: Mark Spitzer, publisher: Dufour Editions