SPECIES OF ABANDONED LIGHT
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 | | | | | | | | lips yes
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