For William Boroughs

For William Boroughs short poem

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Night after night,
with the stillness of death,
dreams flashing
on the screen of the mind,
rasping breath
going of like minute bombs
thru’ the constant o of the mouth,
groping hands
giving off carbonic fumes,
sculpturing odoriferous forms,
abstract eyes
stacked on the face,
glowing with blue metal fires,
phallic obscenity of the nose
exploding with orgasmic bliss,
dreams shuddering
in white washed dawn light,
pneumatic body
sucked of life,
tingling and pulsing
with sex phantoms,
scalded dream flesh,
patched and doused
with the pathetic perfumes
of the living
bearing the scent of dread,
scripts, menus and likes
etched on frozen faces,
button feeding back
recorded dialogue,
erections and images
it is time
to rise and shine.

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Siraj Mamatraillath

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A self confessed procrastinator, I moonlight as a copywriter to keep the home fires burning. When I am not writing, I am perfecting my Qigong moves or exploring the countryside on my acoustic motorcycle. I have published a collection of poems and a novel which didn’t do my reputation any good. I live in a small town in the state of Kerala, India. My new collection of poems 'Dump And Other Poems' published by Notion Press is now available worldwide at Amazon
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