Fukushima Snake City



Dead Planet LXXVIII
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Fukushima—Snake City


“Here as everywhere,

it’s a snake city.”

—Tom Maddox,

“Snake-Eye,” Mirrorshades

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Dark snake in his pants—

Coiled & radioactive

Steroids & snake eyes


The snake likes it there—

Down between his lanky legs

Wired to reptile brain


Thanks to TEMPCO Inc—

Exo-human mutant snake

Techno-Interface


The kid just calls it—

“Snake City” ghetto-gutter

Skanky Tokyo

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Frankenstein penis—

Retro-engineered with

An organ transplant

But that wasn’t all—

They’d stem-celled it nice & neat

Anaconda meat


Grew him in a vat—

Growing slowly but surely

Ultimate hustler


The operation—

Team of transplant surgeons

A brand new species?

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Snake-Trix© gigolo—

They'd been generous you know

A new kind of thug


They called him “Snake Kid”—

He had big slits for snake eyes

They gave him a forked-tongue


Yakuza paid lots—

A new breed of assassins

Their cobra-cock lips


A nice piece of trade—

Had to keep him in a cage

His fangs pearly white

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Paid extra for him—

I was into S & M

His easy trigger


I got him a job—

Jiffy-Lube kid in the Pit

Thick & oily sex


A dark triangle—

Tight kinky albino pubes

Like his whore mother


His greasy armpits—

After work taking shower

Me down on my knees

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Caledonia—

Martian Snake City Home

Clone metropolis


Mutant Martians—

Calm, cool android existence

Tres expensive tho


Terra-Roma time—

Many Vatican tourists

Bernini’s columns


That’s where it started—

Where else but decadent
Rome
Stoop & kiss the ring
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“Why the fuck
can’t I ever
find
a guy with a really
big cock?”
—Ernst Hogan,
“The Frankenstein Penis,”

Semiotext(e) SF


Krakatoa Bar—

Chrome & black leatherette chairs

Leather pants, no shirt


His snake eyes were slits—

He was the usual Thug

Coiled & dangerous


“Tell me about it”—

He was one of those sullen

Silent hustler types


He had killer lips—

Thin, cruel, pouty Nexus klone

Love at first sight not

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He told me about—

Not changing his shorts for weeks

Fruit of the Loom rots


He robbed chicken coops—

Sucked the yolks from all the eggs

I didn’t trust him


He showed me his card—

SexTrix Inc. guaranteed hot

His fingers sizzled


He told me he was—

Fresh outta the Exo-Tubes

Baby Powder Blue

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“Fluctuating from
nanosecond
to
nanosecond…infinite regress
of awareness”
—Ernst Hogan,
“The Frankenstein Penis,”

Semiotext(e) SF


Something was left out—

The kid was changing into

Something sinister


No subject or verb—

Something subtextual-deep

He was devolving

Something subversive—

Serpentine & cobra-like

Genetic throwback


The intimacy—

I hungered for left him cold

His look of death…

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I could see changes—

It was taking over him

Snake consciousness


The kid was getting—

Selfish with himself at night

Sucking himself off


The snake made him do—

Self-fellatio “69”

What a fucking waste


I had to give up—

Getting his lips on himself

Was his obsession

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I gave him the pills—

The doctors gave me to stop

De-evolution


They caused nausea—

But he just kept abusing

Himself constantly


Addicted to it—

He was hooked on cheap junk-sex

It was just awful


The Snake-Trix© doctors—

Suggested the last resort:

Dick amputation

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“You want it simple”—

The mutant mob smirked at me

“You perves all alike!”


“Have you tried prayer, son?”—

Said the local Voodoo priest

Had hots for Zombies…


“Snake transplants don’t last”—

My landlady chastised me

“You’re such a sucker…”


“Trade him in, my friend”—

Said the local bartender

Without sympathy

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“No thanks,” I said—

“I wanna be his last squeeze

His last juicy squirt”


I craved the taste, smell—

The way his reptilian

Young manhood hissed


“I’m into Pin-heads—

The way he goes spaz in bed

Masturbation’s out”


“Somebody’s gotta—

Get it, might as well be me!!!

My Cobra Bad Boy…”

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And so the Snake Kid—

Kept degenerating down

To primal prick…


He may be screwed up—

But when his snake takes over

He’s all business…


Mutant love don’t last—

Fukushima is fickle

He lasted a year


Snake-Trix© offered me—

A new Tokyo model

But I just sobbed “No…”


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