an oddity

the oddity of the civilized human metaphor lies binding to the allegory of our deep, carnal, primal fetishism. in the genetics, the meiotics, the mitotics, the central dogma plagues in the lyric of the eccentricity, string wired and poly labeled into syllables, monotones and monologues. to the shoe dust and urine, a cum-phoretic, electric and sadist, masochistic and the pliable plastic prudish, in the enticement of a searing scorching revolution, plagiarized and canonized, lionized and patented, in shame, fear and embarrassment. to be lured in a conundrum of an absurd desire, to be vulnerable to the explanation of madness, of a creation of a glasshouse, in silk dolls, and horse trills, in the suffocation and invalidation of the paramour of fetishism, its roots and origins unknown, untold, shunned and spun in the lethality of cotton mazurkas. the fan bloom, petrified and chided, scalded and judged in the litany of roars and screams and yells to the un-normality of desire. this desire to differ, drift in the rawness of the liberality of a sexual, morphic amorphous sapiens, clinging to a tome of behaviorisms, punished and reviled for the philiacs of a pediatric, for the maniacal incest, the rapist desirabilities, the paternal, the maternal, or sororal. this is the sex confectionery. the porn bakery. the unconventional community of the blood fraternals, you fetishize a power play, an unexplained surge, a swell of gels, swooshing in concussion and disharmony, of a phonetic disarray, of a broken break, of a chasmic erotic abstraction in practice. this is the theory of dissonance, the paradigm of a cream fetish, in thrust of dirt, in yawns of gore, in filth and stench of a barbaric theater of excrement, passion and bliss. in the genetics of desire, cold and curdled, this game of songs, this melody of sex, this sonnet of wild, pray to a century of judgments, conventions and bricks.