NAKED CITY

Everyday crucify what you know

in the naked city

indefatigable splinter of madness

bleeding horizon of the limpid youth

electric mantra

every act of love is an act of destruction,

a desecration,

a laying waste to the idol of the self

an act of pristine inoculation

WHAT IS THE FUTURE? THE FUTURE IS NOW

Short lived euphoria

in a dynamite death chair

blunt and boisterous contradictions

as flitting glimpses of grace

jarring anagrams of upstream DNA

brazen moxie

cursory way biomes

emerging as fashionable blessings

soul of serene praxis

underneath manic seas

Rus Khomutoff writes neo surrealist poetry. He is working hard on his first chapbook.