Race of Abel – Max Thrax

November 1, 2025

Assault the soil
And grow nothing

Alice says she’s had enough
Alice slept with Cain
Said he’s hard of hearing

Said murder was wrong
She’d put it in a book

Race of Abel
Pays the tax
And expects
Nothing

Race of Abel
Tell Alice to wait
There’s a deal to make

Between the snake and Adam
Under the soil
Assaulted by blood
And darkening

 
PURITY

Fewer and fewer
The lines dry up
Fewer words
Few are needed

Speaking to an idiot
In yawns and groans
I scratch my balls
A language he knows

And understands
Reduced to a state
Of total idiocy
Maybe the start
Of purity

 
ESCAPE FROM VENUSBERG

Run my son
To furthest Viennas
At all costs you must leave
Venusberg

Never mind the rondeau
Or flicks in the mirror
One second of light
Can incinerate

Never mind the number
Or the length or time

Once you’ve tunneled
Dug and swallowed earth
Just to escape

The smiles and figures
The curves and depth
Of Venusberg