SPECIES OF ABANDONED LIGHT
by
Jake Berry
Caprine
Son of Morning
or Venus Quetzalcoatl
torn out of the
sea forced
to yield her mysteries
Through the walls of the vessel I could see
hovering in blue twilight, two pale white
bodies, in a funeral repose. Male and Female.
She moved first, turning upright in the
antigravity, white wings unfolding behind her.
birth pain
in the dying eye
Crimson halo
Ophis
torched
swarm
ripped from vacuous rain
of Sphinx
offspring
hustled through barbedwire
or rat eaten floor (fleshy visage Christ)
Locust helix
boxcar soulful
cross
baptized
gears & antlers
in protein struggling tides
paranoid
cursor
devout
rambling
sage
All the monasteries in the thorny slits of my eyes are transformed nightly into gasoline and evaporate. Feels like wind in a fruit jar. Asphalt when thinking about a spastic colon. Bermuda grass. Long plains of shoulders, obsolete tanks on a search and destroy. And the process rejuvenates itself with almost no observation. Is this an excuse for malnourished xenophobes chained to their repressed apes? No, it's the spatula trick of a crooner when drinks were a dime. The cinema virus.
While pockmarked forests seek a unified field theory, sainthood scrambles for the light, Camped along dilating corridors, half destroyed by snakebite and mollusk infestation, they summoned dynamos like an earwig or lampshade. It was these creature comforts bellowing from great subterranean depths through tiny blooms of birth canal that brought me out of my fever. Low down, beneath furnace dimension. & there it's found again in a steady stream. Arabesque in a snowshoe. Gathered like clouds of dirigibles in Hitler's most myopic wetdream. Thunder and a roaring piss older than the archeozoic.
time fragrance
more wicked than shark & wolsbane obeah
black fire
slobbering greed of cantilever
spelled right banana, couldn't whisper till found for
radon dander, tested with just the right twist of
spectrocide, etymology,
hearsay, banker's idea of plastic security
ran, who'll devise anything more spectacular
bitten by the deceiver, brought to the
borderland bound, and gagged,
taught forgiveness,
this never, this unapproachable anslm holding
fingers, the hopeless and daring,
died to prevent conception, blacker than original fusion,
grown dead under the killer's belly,
fungus static material rot of form,
reminded where the catalepsing genders obedience
and the fates continue their riot,
nobody the fuel, where imagination runs,
twisted tankers vomiting,
can be caught in the slog, the reason, the logic
of pliable men totality,
stumbling on game leg, forward ... the individual, graven ultimate
tear fathering my wish.
this death ending
repeatedly chronos waiting the rescue of
madness, betrayed by the wish where it wants blood,
salamander's easiness across the ice
shame in the clap ground
of field, indigenous, alien, found in the willows
civil war rags, turning of copper
passed among the women for supper
returned and phrased the final solo like bleating flaccid nipples
sleeping beneath their scales,
the roam of planes, see details of the chariot's
art, the lace of feeling
vagina's tangible fear, displaced, flooding over
the walls into Sodom
again the undertaker civilizes inspiration
what gain the meathook in prayer
abundantly recognizes his father in the reflection
straining against the incline
play and refuse
entelecy... whole crimson parade
down among the sizzling flies and dwarfs, her demonism
blossoms slowly in origin
Thunderhead.
ant of oasis
without tongue
Fast dementia
crave blown gland -
& Ptah
who swallowed vulcan
(Time contacts
and bellows... (bullroarer)
A testament of flailing
tentacles in silhouette
in guitar moan
and viscous hallucinated
glare
Reality's curve.
We were smuggled
across the border
into time
by subversive
angels
through cracks
in the empire
& my father
wondered why
as an infant
I'd cry so long
What a Pitiful destiny
singing
with Your tongue cut out
though we articulate
a million
silent
voices
Loudly!
some human
some not
we do, after all,
owe the angels their due
& the demons
no different
for services rendered
love, food, music
by the dark arts
all Of it scandalous
& Punishable
I climb
out of a pit
of dreams
and see the boat of Osiris
fading fast
over the horizon
into night
civilization
is dying
thank god
whoever it is
next time,
(a Chorus of
overwhelming voices
crying from
great Fields?)
I hope she is merciful
& we can help nurture
her into being
before we are smuggled
back into each Other
for lack Foley and Michael McClure
They appear 39 times in the Forbidden City, in yellow robes, heads bowed, completely unaware of their surroundings. As they move slowly across the vast courtyard the sun turns an eerie red; all the toilets in New York cough themselves full of a thick bloody stew; mother wipes her forehead and peels back the skin, revealing on her skull the image of a disemboweled eagle. As they disappear for the last time the sun goes black and the ancient dynasties are reborn in Egypt. Ra-cum-seti.
Shouldn't we have seen it coming? An age of golden totem followed by an age of vomit, lice, and plague? Decay slobbers over her vertebrae, the desert trigger, a fat gangster earning his commitment to the toilet. At the end of a long hallway crops fail in the raging laughter of a rusty sun, polyester orchids gag for Christ who strokes out bloated and diabetic on his patio in Beverly Hills. It's the perfect America -- genocide descendants and gasoline swamp. I'm casting my vote with a torch.
You need a tongue! You need a rang spangler?! Terse scrolls tighten the diaphragm into a coiled grin. All night long requiems of pistachio and mold. The prevalence of semen in our current posture will leave us naked before the fridge when the alarm reckons its sad demise. Somewhere hallelujah means grease and grease is piles of forgotten arteries.
Hell. Bark.
Teethe in this Grain.
Phlegm smoke in Jackal light.
Crux dementia
paradox - Cacophoria!
An essential dissolution.
Sweat. Tearduct vinegar.
Sewage wails a rising
Parade of dancers.
Stench.
Faith.
The executioner's windshield.
Swallowing the muscles of
projector.
funeral digs.
Apothoscope strewn
between membranes,
Open.
Liturgy: Spokemouth
Gradually the gelatin submits.
Armed alive in fiasco roaching.
Calcium.
Machination of gender
randomly prisoned
a fragmented serum
adrift with radio fetus.
Callous memory
like proprietor.
Mother of Merchants
castrate the populace suspect!
Annulus Nervosa
murder this Siren of Glut!
I need a century without age. An edible network of tissues where swimmers easily retrace their ancestry. Something wildly clairaudient asleep in the window sill gathering evidence of still further calibrations of tumurous uterine growth. Does this betray a hidden succulence, a rejection of form, his eyes turned backward oozing into the brick? A sudden slowness, vine creepers, resurrected jungle city proudly polishing its quartz cockring - a gargantua etched with indecipherable glyphs. The meaning of tiny fingerprints strewn along the interior of arteries. This is why the room shudders with antlers growing from the corners and children instinctively claw its carpet for rain. Founded on the suffering of ancient altars submerged in echoes of coelacanth unbelieving the necessity of ruin.
I have heroes, without a doubt, that reunite me to the subterranean
overdream he said he was hungry for the outer well, to be climbing
in desperation up slick moss covered bricks in the dead night of
holocaust, knowing that no one would be left alive to save him and
he'd be unable to continue and die slowly with snakes around his ankles,
crying blood and starving
yet this is Only one explanation of the possibility
slight Contortion of the triangle into a spiral by twisted gesticulations
more genuflect that equation
and the Planets fell away like glittering
shackles into the space measured by equivocal fuchsia heartbeats
remain insoluble
Abdul Alhazred's pentagrams scrawled into the aluminum floor of a
dynamo like my manboy watching a retarded man grab a pig around the
throat with a leather strap, pulling a steaming butcherknife out of
the fire and with one quick slash slicing the balls off the hog
& the gory cream red puss that shot out the wound like cumdrops from
brimstone sewers, splashing on frosted grass and melting into the
white
& the piercing guttural scream that gushed from the animal
when it realized the intense pain was accompanied by an injury so
severe it destroyed his identity with one fatal gesture between the
legs
the underworld has no delectable promise of paradise, starry gloam
over fiery swamp
but the green mantle of the lunatic trickster waits at the bottom of a
dank tartarean well
how in my drunk rage hurled a glass at the wall and it exploded
into glimmering fetal galaxies
left gaping holes where the inner wire mesh
tensed with pain
trying to rip pages from nil
and bodied robe and bring them into perceptible formlessness
like a disembodied robe moving across the floor
the OUTRE equation
gambling your bones for an elusive fruit
logic and reason are necessary
but outside
logic will fail you
and reason will make you a slave in a rich man's mansion
concocting zombie poison in the basement at night after
the king has gone to fucksleep
outside cannot be like anything imaginable, or experiential, but
somenothing that creates an inverted essence, positrons bouncing
out of the void
grow monsters out the side of your head
and create the genius superhuman paragenic phallic infidel
with the thunder of a thousand orgasms sweating all over her chest
could this be a procession of possessed priests moving in perfect time
to the limp of a steady broken rhythm
tetragrammaton hanging 600 worlds & 13=22 fountains of oil in his
beard
which he eats out of the slime of creation,
triceratops
and the plutonium wound of hourglass silos - cattle fodder
Baal death involution
OUTRE OUTRE
salt in water
thick hanging quicksilver
for Jack Foley and Malok
*****
gathering mandrake
wails in her
| | | | . -
calliope neon storm (bodies)
transfigured (his)
obsequies.
leaf genome
release their color
vermilion yellow
in gorgeous violence
(sirens)
...
A window hung
in the reverse mind
& from those preternatural depths
- solar fire
in the blood -
legion faces
legion voice
Corpse of Yemaya
7 goats in hive
(corroding in polis)
tower eclipse & stinking
psyche's spiral malaria
refrain, unreadable liver
whoredom demands a higher
(playground rape in sealfire
moved these bolts
unleashing a cold line of disease,
horse & rider -
asleep - bus station halo
resigned the skull, the cup
wing, limestone, & Mars, a clanging trumpet
of natural fuse
(twin homunculi rise and merge)
grinding womb &
fossil dirge
Feed the dragon Feed the dragon
mounted for escape
a prayer: lips, teeth, and tongue
oblivion stripped down
along subterranean canals
fuse of human
these are interim pots
in plain paper sarcophagus
Burning
Vacuous cities mumbling
Paradise
the flesh eating stone
Hecate, sworn of pulse,
gargling mama's douche
the Archons conspire
doorknob genuflect-anger
spiraling time
IG
IX
an inferent psyche
garden of entropic mirrors
quilt
womb
flute
wet
and before
there
in the above,
eventually,
even,
perpetually,
the stillness of that even.
nothing, collapsing. without total.
to paraphrase:
wings beating against
the breathing of my eyes,
(not visual; absolute without
absoluteness)
convoluted to orgasm slow saxophone body & hair
unquantized time
falling in all directions
imagine this space
without the projection
sleep bliss
float jazz
high wind | | | |
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lips
yes
From Species of Abandoned Light, published by
Pantograph Press
P.O. Box 9643
Berkeley, CA 94709
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