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September 24, 2013 § Leave a comment

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Resurrect the Dead

September 20, 2013 § Leave a comment

On his backside lies a fleshy cinder
Secreting jelly from every orifice of his head
And the infested ovaries of his fatty loin,
Tentacles of the circumcised moon.

It’s a garden of severed limbs
Harvesting mutilated steel from its paunch
While carnival vultures dine
On the nerves of the bloated fly’s teeth.

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September 8, 2013 § Leave a comment

The Observer

August 13, 2013 § Leave a comment

In this tan room cluttered with art deco mirrors
The accompanying voice, dancing like a feather, says “I heard you’re very lonely.”
This room is an endless labyrinth of rooms
turning over on themselves with no explanation
like a meat grinder of rotting bodies,
A chandelier in God’s sensorium.

My dreams are reality; painting the theatre bizarre
Mere moments separated by suspended animation
Two tiny abruptions ruling my perception.
Every bundle of absorbed organisms looking through their own viewfinder,
one no more true than the other.

Walking through walls like wading pools
I often wonder what I look like to other people
Behind every I resides the seat of sensation
stampeding in blind fear,
Trampling and suffocating the observer.

I look in the mirror and I only see darkness, an eternal abyss of black depth
There’s something there beyond the other side.

Eat Your Eye

August 6, 2013 § Leave a comment

Slumber’s breathing darkness
crawls down like black tar
towards virile swine agog
mutilating itself in fenced-in little pens
screaming glass shards from their chests
waiting for the death blow.

Enveloped faceless molasses
skates through the crowd like a velvet noose
curling around the moment God died.

And lying amidst putrid fog
some weird conjoined uterus
Waiting for something parasitic
to be enamored with.

The mouth is just a portal to the brain

June 26, 2013 § Leave a comment

Image

Hanging from the ceiling is a pile of bodies fucking and writhing
Looking for an orifice in the kitchen of my youth.

Suspended by a rope
This breathing, throbbing mass
A viscous fabric of moaning goo
Reveals an eyeball in its vagina,
like the Malevolent Eye of God
glaring at everyone in the night.

And on a dessert spoon
this mutilated male
feasts on the sacred heart of time and destruction

The mouth is just a portal to the brain
And the Devil’s sea
pirouettes on atoms of steel geometry.

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May 20, 2013 § Leave a comment

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