Here's a cross-section of my

Gulping cancerous leeches blended in pickle jars for my stunted
benefit, I reminisce over the intimations of saffron-coated sari
maidens belching gossip into ears equally tinted by the gutter’s
mescaline shade of amber, perfumed madness leaking incessantly,
bridging the recesses of thinning hair and the vacuumed byproducts
of dandruff doldrums, stooping low over the causeway of my bathroom’s
shattered pipes clutching wet, heated links to the netherworld and
shrieking out for the one that calls unbeknownst to herself, let’s take
the nighttime combination of carbon-monoxide cocktails and cannabis
portfolios for granted, given that graft grows greedily in the hearts of all
men, recycling fixed gear bicycle bolo tie slinging madmen jangle nonfunctioning
keys throughout portland and order piles of organs to feast cannibal orgies
and cater deliveries to their enemies despite maxims barring dependency
fiending for delicacies and jonesing for jazzy music sprees while randomly
switching into bouts of rhyme scheme in the middle of potentially deep
poetry, this line is the for the highest bidder who can lurk on twitter
and simultaneously flitter between states of incrementally fuzzy consciousness,
my conscious doesn’t fit so I construct fractal mirror-splits to remind them I exist
fish oil substitutes stand stiff-necked preaching to the procession of
processed-food filled cream pie bow-legged pupils with dilated eyelids
and reddening nostrils, whose septums react in multiplication until finally
reaching nonexistence, No one can apologize for apathetic resistance

Plecotus

While fat men in suit sets contend dome-less prospects
homeless prophets babble nonsense pondering warm omelets
and turn leaflets into carbohydrates later churned into vomit
Investing spit into the pursuit of filling habitually empty food pits
Struggling artists bar the mention of tartarus from their studios dimly lit
Madly chugging Nesquik for its caloric intake and lackluster vitamins
Inveterate intimates are splattered against the eastward oriented canvas
As hummus is ingested with the fervor of home-turf stationed expatriates
and mind-altering substances are subjected to entrance level inhalant stints
Covalent splits provide nostalgic reminisces of our basic atomic origins
Through deplorable porridge-filled aggregates spouting vacuous legal statements
And vapid litigation instigating the combustion of carbon based organisms
Orbital transference across the aqueous surface of planets based in feudalism
The virgin impulse skips the neural crossway and seeks recognition in mental schisms
In essence the ever-lasting energizer hare clocks his card in respect of the recession
To delve into the depths of sudden infant death and increasing the breadth of breath
By decreasing the extent of herbal scents ingested in the quaking breasts
Of loathing fear leering and sneering alcohol-domineering sorority fledglings
Pledging to beg kneeling and sip sterling earnings from the pockets of yearning
fraternities with spurned originality and ubiquitous personalities bordered by formality
and embodied by a personal sense of eschewing subjectivity in furthering
the brood-mind bungled clarity ensnaring underwhelming aryans glaring
across the glistening horizon of mechanical futurism and ensconcing visions
of sacrificed provisions and legions of hippocampus based lesions into inclusions
bred along the corners of delusional, scantily detailed female lucidity shook
damp in an industrial-sized bed of leavened sweat and human essence gelled
lumbered along with peanut shells by taxidermed pachyderms caked in sperm and
felled, by the natural gaunt phenomenon of elected spawn and the flowing concurrences
Arabian lawrence speeds across the desert in cross-cultural efforts to quench burnt
palace grounds and jahilian traditions of djinn-infused visions accessed through vile
opium den, hazy tulips hanging from the repurposed meathooks of dictatorial, senatorial
puppets feeding starving populations with westernized calorie stamped muppet grins
Encased in gin, kim jong illusionists decant medicine across the temples of shamanistic
traditions, demonized nationalists are labelled jingoists but given the poli-sci van gogh
twist of abstract spins in the media-exhuming classic sense, triangle trade of absinthe
sects inspecting certain aspects of holy texts and condemning chosen segments into the
cannon-shelled museum rent catholic entombed catacombs where truth is honed
and housed, but doused in the immediate vaporized quality of blocked entrances
Elfman splits oil-zimmered hans gruber peach pits from alexandre desplat the great
composing intimate, spittle licked reprobates to dance in filipino tactical states
While Malick maligns the aging process of homo erectus, the cosmos bellows a paean
magnifying the collective conscious sense of a tremendously beautiful existence in our multiverse