Look back In laughter

I remained in the city too long;

Money launderers and ferals of fascism at the temple,

Psychopathy, landlords and gargoyles of Hades,

Ticked the time of my anxiety agonies.

Inconsequential, just look back in laughter.

Adrift from celestial home, cosmic child,

The world reviled, I am alien lost on sordid shores,

Differentiated, solemn soliloquysous to the core.

Evermore infinites, standing alone.

Look back forever in laughter.

Scrying mirror celled phones scream light at zombied fright,

Tribaled in unthinking amorphous greys,

All thoughts delayed, philosophy forbade,

And I am banished from sight.

Look back in cackling.

With knived convulsions, throwing (my) poetry ferociously,

Smelling blood on the wind, smelling the sweat of victim,

…Smelling competition.

Look back in laughter.

Look around…nobody…
Something, someone?…nothing…

Somebody?…nobody in crowns…

Nobody gone to ground…

Nobody is found…

Tomes of related wisdoms nauseate,

The numbers in cruelty mean fate.

Stare intently in tactical laughing.

Strings bind to me in unbreakable unremorseful,

The past hunts behind me.

Medusa drinks me in marbled glass,

In the cruel poison of her irony.

Visages transfixed, trapped in ivory.

Inconsequential…just look back…in laughter.

Out in the transcendence and exiled,

Child of cycling stars wild and purified,

I stand apart, fiery eyed, beautified at surging shores,.

I am hurdling haughty towards the door.

And always now…and forever…

Looking back in laughter.

Pooka

Light over light,

Dark over dark,

Steed galloping forsaken lonesome highways.

Loud as thunderous loss – to bitter ends, to

dust, in a lifetime, before waking.

Buried alive, taxidermy beasts go flying –

flying!

Final reapers arrow nocked, taut drawn and

tense – unleashing!

Artlessly affluently, elegantly bouquets

beatific,

The begonia adorning my flowerpot dying,

In this philodendron skin.

In absentia I meant to paint the walls with

brain matter,

After my bloodshot eyes read the final

murderous thought,

Fibered glass textile like the shell of fancy

colored synapses, under the forehead,

Imhotep’s wisdom, Lovecraft’s magic,

The inscribed bones, a cockatrice,

This piece of furious serpent tale.

No glare, no piercing visage,

No key to perceive me in lobotomy.

Pellucid crystalline aerosphere,

The sacral dragon of vanta shade,

Across razored skies,

Obsidian wings thrumming doom fly!

Hamlet simulating in perfect movie rhythms,

Dante’s substantiating time ticks in swells,

Juxtaposed in feverish schizophrenia

paneling.

Before the throbbing of sturdy matter,

Super nova’s howl echoed hearts,

From the first and final mire – damned.

When I’m dead.

When I’m dead,

I will find you.

And speak the language of lur-horn thunder,

A cold blooded foot in combustible sandals –

beware!

Beware the cascade, escalate electricity,

Performing at violence in the villa.

Alveolae of the afternoon reduced to straight

jacket tactics,

Marching, stomping, acrobatic rabble

hypocrisy,

Celebrating mental health in madness,

murderously,

Throwing the meek from palatial spaceship

dichotomy.

Here; the sobriquet means substantial will.

The banal grift gifts for the Boeotian and

deficient,

Humanity splays massive and witless.

Light over light,

Dark over dark,

A Pooka in chains galloping forsaken

lonesome highways,
Loud as thunderous loss – to bitter ends, to

dust, in a lifetime.

The hiatus between vomiting inferno and the

retch pyre of regurgitation resound.

Anemone (Breath Of Wind)

The spherical gush, gutted fish, the black ghost knife,

Verso verb velocity at the shadow fire opera,

Pitch blasted throats, obsidian soul vocal chords.

blood pulse carouse,

I become flame word on inflammable parchment,

I become the refuse that doesn’t die in dire,

You are the luminescence that doesn’t expire.

A women whom reapers fail to tread, nor scythes to harvest,

Like myself; ensorcell and spell sempiternal.

Dominion over a huge…black…whisper…

Dissolving in the teeth of death’s cut trees,

That lispers immortally in terrified misspell.

Fish gnawed cross of wood and brass,

Quick as flash lightning bound by fangs,

Four wolf packs slithe and vanishing serpents,

Exigency in hungry worlds,

Pictures scuttled on the ocean floor.

It is the time of the dead,

From beginning to end,

The time of the dead.

The time of the living – in the vapids and cruels;

The black is breaking…

The black is breaking…

The Ides of March, there lay the albatross,

Poor beggar – unknowing, unthinking and blind

,In a threatening verse he preferred to die.

But winged Icarus pervades,

It’s tolling the zither quietly,

And the wind cries: “Anemone”

I’m cutting the ties, the Empire dies, in entangling shadows,

Naked God crucified in the commons.

And man on earth walks alone,

Sanguined feet marching to Adam’s sepulchre.

You played God and God danced along,

You played the devil, peddled your essence, paltered your prescience.
You are:

Insurgent exemplar!

Conjurer empiricist!

Caesar executioner!

You are Harlequin!

You are Icarus!

You are Prometheus!

You are a corpse that never dies.

The Existence Of Reality

Introduction

The guillotine would have fallen,

But for rusting cloying chains,

Another patron complained,

That his head still remained,

Atop shoulders of existential dread.

Others amongst the rabble more fortuitous;

“The lucky reduction of torment.”

(from an unknown author, exasperated, vexed, perplexed).

The crowd cries for her crucifixion,

“Disappear” they jeer!

A woman who’s not here,

(head falls into the basket, the audience cheers).

I am huddled in my bed,

Covered toe-to-head,

In emerald ash borer beetles of psyche keeps me company.

Pollution profanation, omnipresent,

Aqua sodden douse, bedraggled universal,

Psychotic scorpion flies erupting ubiquitously,

The material reduction deluge inescapable.

Divinity, hear me (says another poet):

I surrender essence to amaurotic amore ecstasy,

To abet fiendish fell experiments on sapiens,

To be your fourth Anti-Christ!

“What do you want?” sighs the daemon.

Hail sweet malice!

These foul malignant mortals need eternal silencing in pyre!

There are flickering color-storms remote from my tormented sights,

The head rises once more,

The skull also ascends.

For now in the gloaming unlight, I am going mad, by blessing of the cataclysmic midnight. …Bollocks.

Unsought objectionable,

Undesired detestable,

Unwelcome unworthy,

Rejected dejected,

Shun spurned, bitch-slapped and friendless.

With heart alone and solus, I cared not.

Now has begun my transition!

You’ll find pleasure through tribulations,

In shudder burning water rat-a-tat, stately in flames.

We are the womb, we are the abyss,

We are the tomb, we are exhumed,

We are the vault, torch lit,

We are the crematorium, pyre pit,

We are the womb, we are the abyss,

We are the mausoleum, crypt kissed.

I submit my ethereal dream divine;

Of a destitute penury district,

I tender the beggar’s beautiful equipment;

Ragged white tights with black polka dots,

One solitary garbage bag, and a lonesome money can.

I offer you the saint who lived as a beggar,

Vagabonds solemnise humanity spitting on mankind,

Commodity and chattels, filthy rags of vagrants maligned.

O Nature, made of mercury,

Eternal enigmatic, aloof abstruse, arcane unfathomable.

You are clement, you are brumal, you are arid, you are sultry…

Whose end…is God.

Vomiting, retched out slimy bodies from my voice box,

Grim re-echoes in the dark,

Holding failed wigs in despondent hands,

And the humored rats whose presence is forgotten.

For the corpses do not die,

For the damned do not die,

For they do not die, from The Iliad to Civid19…

Wait!

Am I not also corpsed stillness for your eternal mortuary arts?!

I am huddled in my sarcophagus soliloquy,

Sheets stand upright,

Suffused with semen, pullulate and sprout,

Spread to muscles devout,

Tissue, blush, luxurious cheek,

Oculi's a glow in the din!

Hands traverse the glacial keening gale,

Bellend, I, wandered worlds and clapped my hands.

Only whispers, then wheezing, then wailing, then sobbing, then shrieking…

Then the dogs begin to howl…

This fell monstrosity everlasting,

This abhorrence is undying,

This vulgarity villain is eternal!

Carry me.

Carry me whither to, the existence of reality.

(grave bursting)

Schizophrenic brother in need

Never again alone we bleed.

Night Terror

DAY:

In dread, I embraced wisped feet in repletion,

In terror, I butterflied apparition’s breasts in depletion,

In trepidation, ringed by obelisk blades deranged.

Entranced rascaldom gaze,

lurking easily, spying scoundrelaxedly,

multiplied deception perspirationally.

Witness Athena's whimpering visage,

Glimpse aghast, at lamentations length,

Behold at shattered tatteredeeming heart.

I am the eternal echoing in winds!

I am logos esoteric under tongues!

I am Alpha Omegacally!

I am the first things passed away in haze.

NIGHT:

I am screams in pyretic pain,

Dante's inferno claimed disdains,

Wiggles and diddles on moonlit fiddles,

The madman's prance trance,

Cataclysmic in marionette pulls romance.

Circuitous, I am hoppingeniously leaping

from lucidity screaming,

Teaming totalitarian fingers,

Contriving this nightmares meaning.

Sleep hassleep ASLEEP!

O unholy night of insult complete!

The boogeymanicured boogeymaniacs approach,

and mamma is not here to quell your fears.

Scarlet she of dreams adorned with ash crown,

And fornicatious cup,

And pearls and putrid wings.

Flickering hitheroically,

Hither she slithers, saying:

Smooth sailing, daughterror…

Proclaim the testament of abhorrence!

Reclimate the ethereal horrors!

O, what a phenomenonsense!

(The poet is moving across the field of vision…)

Tete a tete in tatters tatte!…go away!

SKNX-X-X-X.. hngGGggh-Ppbhww

The infinite film strip salacious scritches and screeching away.

O majesticklish! Splendiddle sperdaddle!

O negativa, in eternal rolling rattle!

3.

MORNING
(The Goddess) PSYCHE: Another nightmarena poetryingly of yours?

MYSELF: Yes, ma’am, directly from Sleep Terror Kingsdomain's.

PSYCHE: Let me see… (PSYCHE begins to read):

“I, Nymphet in the bud, the Goddess of dreadful hymen. An unloved goat-nymph, the envy of all Greek
islands, lulling between the crests of two mad waves. Populated by the covetous, sweat drips from my
restlessness, pouring from my succulent thighs. I was caressed by butterflies. Shadows entangled in the
light, emotivity fleeting flight. My breasts crashed against the greedy cliffs. My womb a vanity of
acrimony. I was raised wild amongst lunacy. A tabula rasa inscribed with psychopathy. Howls of animus
heard seminal river breaks, beneath the gibbous moon, below the navel, where milky pearls drip into
floods of hot rivulets, below the eyebrow where woundingly fears drip into eyes of undulant sadness.”

PSYCHE: Astonishingly ingloriously!

(The sounds of tearing paper in the ether and maniacal laughter closing in)

Perchance to nightmonish.

Sweat and sound and screams abound,

Echo outlandishly strident in autumnal sanguine dyes.

The red reaper chokes at throats,

In asphyxiation I quell rebel against this nightmare tell,

And awake…in heaves…and distortion fades…

But still…and abound…the maniacal laughter closes in...all...around.

EVEREST

(Dedicated To Corpses, The Beginning Of Ascent)

They are dreaming…

In the gardens of Everest, their skulls are hatching sleeping worlds,

Corpses lined in white mare tides…

In pearlescent gardens frozen fingers farmed,

A catamaran of cadavers voyage,

Peering, piercing my fluorescent boots.

At mountains foot; I, driven by the same pyre of Titan’s progeny as permafrost ghosts of yore,

Where earth dwells eternal in limbotic gloom,

And no recompense rewarding corpses ravishing…

…that never die!

Frost nightingales, closed breath, hands crossed on chests,

Cadaveric beatific, musical marching Everest troops

singing together:

“When all the doors are barricaded,

I still have my mountain to climb.

Behold! I am at the summit!

This is my fate, to set backfires to Gods!

Beware, Sagarmatha, beware!”

Alas, I see now, they are all rather in tatters.

I continue my ascent towards the top temporally transposed.

A treachery for Man and fowl,

To the hoary bitten hell in lonesome choosing,

In airs of complacency,
Yodel-Ay-Ee-Ooo! Gods, do you envy me?!

Like Moses, He precedes me,

Through mountain glass transfixed in shatters,

I am a rock in the wind,

I am a tear in the eye,

I am a warm lie.

Embracing my bones; arid and withered,

Lips caress kiss glazier crystal.

I'm travailing cumuli under savage sky,

The snow veil asphyxiating me…

Fate turned to ruthless ragged raged,

Mountain side with feral fangs.

Assured, confidant, raise me with rope entwined,

Pledged fealty to your opal peaks skyward.

Everest, God's temple of Dune!

The face of fear!

This insane passion for freedom!

Treachery viligancy to trick dreams morosely.

Rope hold the line!

Axe splines supine!

Skaoi divine, I implore,

With frosted hands conjoined,

Bare me to heights whither to unknown,

Upon your brawny bow!

We could not absolve our sin,

Nor forgive them.

The world long past,

A grey remittent toy,

Housed in forlorn haunts rejoined.

All eyes upon my pitiless axe!

The axe that rends animas from dresses!

Tears spirits from suites!

Abrogates spirits from abyss's!

I am piercing peaks,

I am slashing summits,

Eviscerating elevations,

I am murdering the mountain!

The stone exsanguinates…and so do I.

Pater meus, I will not surrender this ascent,

I have tasted the peaks plasmal lust!

Ascension/descension in ecliptic prance dance,

The stars kaleidoscope in nauseous conjunction above.

Delirious risen hiked heights,

Devout surge scale surmount,

Conquering crests crescendo.

Broken mirror, beloved shards painted blue,

Ourea in ice arouse,

I am traversing you!

Mother Himalayan Chomolungma,

I am prostrate in ruined depletion dire,

With no more words to wail,

Hymns to howl,

Or Logos to lament.

Dormant worlds below melt in deviled mists,

But in brumal promethean flairs,

I'm become the monster of the mountain!

The pathfinder eternal lost,

A ghost amongst the elevations,

Loathsome…and excommunicated.

Kafka's Jar

In formalin aqueous the unciphered poets throat rests,

Reserved for crooning, preserved potential pretense.

The gardener shapes the earth's intervals,

With surgical gloves and gardening gauntlets.

Helios above, warms us when he finds us worthy.

The music box, densely lacquered wood delirious,

Retches swarming wonders; crepuscule cicadas,

Bastioned by sandblasted desert squall,

Attested by twin anima's.

Kafka slumber supine screams roars from burning bush,

Searing the Emperor of Troy sighs;

“Beware the Trojan goat…”

Telenovelas splashing waves of liquid pasts in transplanted organs,

Freaks from a bottled history.

Small towns encirculate,

Mountaineers, with murky ireful eyes, would wet their maws,

and the stygian lags of Cimmerian shade are permeating virally.

Onyx octopus tentacles dread spread eternally.

Kafka precipitates to emaciate.

I am still at the throat.

Kafka ululates Don Quixote's tragedy;

Not misfortune by imagination but by Sancho Panza.

A decade after deceased formalin poet,

Tuberculosis throat takes Kafka too,

Deprivation of nutrition, starvation, inanition,

Kafka departs the coil.

Kafka in čavka, in the daw the obsidian woods rise horrible,

Two decades too early to prostrate at Shoah's door

...And fall…in smoke.

Just as the formalin poet he enunciated…with notes.

An empty throat.

Trachea enflamed unrestrained,

Formalin and Kafka deranged wail in the wasteland,

…Of pale riders on deathless equine.

Do they keep Kafka's throat in a jar?

Like pickled cucumbers, carrots and beets brined?

Or formalin in formaldehyde, pharynx, larynx, thorax and vocal chords.

Jericho trumpeting blares billowing,

The seven Kafkaesque howls.

Destruction and fire, wrought iron spirals,

Linguistic deconstruction detest,

Kafka crawls caress, donning intergalactic invertebrates.

Kafka ever awaits at the closed doors of terror,

Apocalypse armies annihilate across barriers,

Zombie carriers, mummification legions,

With rotten fish flesh flailing,

And snipers in Cathedral spires scoped.

With the abomination of these desiccating defences,

Contemptuous angular jagged edges,

A new world holocaust arises,

Coronal coronation of viruses.

And Kafka beetled is king,

From within his diaphanous jar.

I Walk Alone

Now, I shall proclaim, hear and listen,

To the wrongful and to the righteous,

To a legion of locusts, larval and terrible.

I dimly dwindle to dread winter solstice,

Drowning in dust, dead embers and sanguine roses.

Under the sign of the black mark,

I signed the cross with hades scented canter,

Built by rotting fetid shrouds,

Tearing the fine filaments of Ghoulies’ lunacy.

A thousand sparks fissure and fall,

Ember to ash.

The serpent's hiss echoes and prowls,

And in the eye a roaring lion,

The true majesty glory smolders.

Falling magma magnitude,

Penumbral phantom smoke in fungus mirror madness.

Oh insanity, oh mania, repletion rue and daisies rise anew!

Lyssa's and Ophelia's flowers,

The bouquet of Persephone rose,

Crocus, violet blooms in asphodel meadow.

The destroyers came, rapt in flame,

Baring menacing sentencing.

The noose chokes the throat,

The sword aims at my heart,

Polished Philistine sting,

Betrayers in the shaded dim.

Depart thee oh accursed one!

(Father Lankester Merrin from our village Umm Qais

old priest,

Its sun-shower'ruin Gadara,

Came before this power of the beast.

Through inverted flora of hades,

Through The Tree Of Zaqqum forests sighing

conjuror, druid, to battle!)

I am the heart of Mesopotamia,

The delights of damnation,

With perpetual inroads,

Molding the tombs of the ages,

Epochs cycle to cosmic ballet,

Revelations eternal unrestrained.

With double edge sword, with pig headed feather,

To execute fierce vengeance.

Voyagers unholy pyre, this wicked shining,

Of bliss descended...

Arrival of damned perpetuity unended.

Where the acacia mirror fell,

The great red dragons legions storm,

Mad marches of Marduk,

Tiamat treads upon temples,

Baphomet’s boots boom pound and stomp innocents to ash,

Fiends of the black flame forbade,

Revenging revenants enrage,

Envy envoys emblaze.

Lies blithe Prince deceit,

The spirit of the world prowls,

No surrender no conceit,

And seeks only ruin in the viles.

Bile reek, lust, glutton rise,

Illuminating forms of darkness freezes.

An abbot and conjurer at wrought havoc feast,

Retch regurgitate foul disease.

And the ripper ascends ready,

To the darkened days of last storms,

Born revenants to rend flesh from screeching bone,

Atone not in brimstones abode.

Blessed be my hellish awakenings,

From hollow vaults to murder cacophony.

There are no ends to this.

Worshipping in whisper,

Murmurs in fissures.

Soon, plume,

Pitiful spirits and the shambling dead,

From the Christian graves by the moon,

Will waver to the sarabande.

Skeletons sway with ease,

To dulcet tune sounds false doom.

Terror howls,

Tempter clarion clear sounds:

“I am things unseen!”

The murderer from times beginning came,

Cane at the door to a pit of a dream.

And the shrill on hell’s black coal sings,

The left hand prance off kilter,

You’ll see, of the deep sun that rings,

Courage as never loved before burdenless.

In thick chains blackened and imponderable mass,

It whispers at me so near, unimaginable aurals:

“Ah! ha! ha! ha! See child, the cruel dawn erupts eternal!”

Binding bird and beast crucified, composed...

Hard struck with insolent inspirited instrument.

The Hammer thrown into the keen and hell ward flame,

With ash crimson-dashed thus obtained.

Clamorous beast caterwauling, just below surfaces,

In the flesh in excellent preservations,

Screeching and squalling, wailing and weeping.

Is not It bound to me, or I to it?

Did I summon it?

Was I the ravager to eviscerate inhabitants?

The slaughterer of Samaria?

The eradicator of villages through the centuries extended?

In black emblazoned skin the deceased point ashen fingers at me.

In gulps the gluttonous drown in grand indigestion.

There's a pitch black aching heart,

In a dark, unlit sound,

A den of bedevilled mazes,

Commencing every night eternally.

As arises the Chalice!

As arises the Maiden!

As arises Saturn!

Saturnal’s radial radiational hate,

With hellish hues turns concentric.

Dark Prometheus ascends mockingly,

With a wry smile he knows,

How the fire to our use unfolds.

And I orbit the infernal thrall,

In circumferal twisting’s.

I turn again,

To trudge through aeon,

The ephemera,

The emphasis,

For the unknown,

I ink hair-raising notes grand,

Last strands, last stands…

And I walk— I walk alone.

Hell

My Hell is not here!

My Hell is not sallow, shallow or hollow,

My hell is mauled miseratics howling,

Choking crimson vowels,

Shrieking in the Shoah’s.

My Hell is deep, chasmal and plummeting,

Enclosing me, existential viles with no veils.

Life without lies, lacquers or illusion,

Eyes slammed closed to it's dread,

Everywhere their window shutters fall dead.

Their portal pupil voids poltergeists,

Barren and bleak following my foot falls forever.

From time immemorial,

Primordial progeny from God's,

Or aliens splicing asteroid angels with homosapien man.

The ancients foretold me this Hades,

The living logos from incarnate well spring,

Flowing in dire Dante Alighieri circulates,

Cascading in Paul Verlaine’s maudit fin de siecle.

This hell in me, tempered pyretic embering!

I am carbon complexity graphene hardening!

I am diamond from coal crushed conflagrations!

Annealing unfathomable in illimitable pits.

There is no absconding escapes into chants!

No evasion nor fleeing retreating!

No avoiding awaiting playful demons,

In noxious masquerade ball swirl swells.

Seven vices slices nine l’enfers cirques:

Audacious hubris aloof adamantine,

Avid avarice insatuality,

Invidious covetous malignancy,

Lecherous libido degeneracy,

Gluttonous hyperphagia voracity,

Supine in torpored languidity,

Fury birse in iris pyres.

Conversing with, Ovidius, Eliot, Sophocles, Dante, Verlaine, Euripides, Aristophanes…

Intoning incantations, bellowing of the beasts;

Black Eros, screams and whispers,

Shackled to splinters,

Ashtray course spheres in cinders,

Transposed and poisonous,

Frozen and venomous,

Promulgated purpose:

For now, for never, forever, for here!

My hell is not there!

I am singular Hades!

Soliloquatious Sisyphus!
Day gently into maelstroms,

And the mortal eye goes blind!

Everyday is mine!

Frozen horrific infinities,

Tranquilities dire demise,

The heavens crimsoning capsize.

A man who approaches silently, does not hide…

The knives…in his hands.

Beyond The Horizon

Slit asunder with lips tightened contempt,

Sigh scattered,

Unheard of purified distraught,

The charm of short sensuous frocks.

The shuttle weaves forever more.

With stitch set close, to pin fall full sail,

Needle swooping, I came swirling sewing,

The seamstress with middle fingered run thread red.

Dread derelict in the lost lapsed sewing dominion.

But that damn thing remained - that hole…

A perfect circle verging origination…

It’s sharp tip piercing creation,

And then, and then,

I staggered to my loom, a wolf dazed in den gloom.

Time bending enfolding in pleats,

Gardens in dire doomed burgeoning,

Under cunning hem horror coverings.

The shuttle weaves forever more.

Freed mind from cloud of constraint,

Assundered chains of all restraint,

Tremulous treading from glaring millennia.

Prescient essence lures me,

To the uppermost on the downhill Nile,

Oracle of Horus imbibes,

Elixir guidance to graves of Goddesses unknown;

Many bedridden, a curse aghast,

Lucid dreams beguiling past.

A thousand sounds of whirs yell towards the Sun.

Less than night and less than days,

Less than gone by histories haze.

The shuttle weaves forever more.

Come, you enraged evening tide with dreamers eyes;

Come, you intricate blade with fevers mind,

Embittered die, the stammerer's cry;

Mystified soul,

Astonished anima,

Bewildered spirit,

Surround and confound me.

The strained neigh pummeling breaths,

The loped gallops fluently,

The nostril splutter snuffle sighs,

The pneuma riles in dharma drench delight.

In chaos unkempt, the upper room laments,

In the last line of tuneful twilight,

The unfinished work weeps infinite midnights.

The shuttle weaves forever more.

The larval squirms, centipede slithers,

Where I crawl creeping,

In the chasms of this slimy hell.

Dark riddles resolution shines pulsing diamonds,

Primeval elementals free from forms, in the dim,

Awaiting on forever to be found.

Tonight, what names with hooves,

Go forth beyond ranges?

Riding Pooka to Elysian shores.

Self-libertine transcendence deceit,

Sinister seeker bares no retreats

No master, no god's, no eclipses in the fogs…

Only blood and dust, rusts and combusts.

The shuttle weaves forever more.

I am the traveler behind the unfathomable.

There is a glow in me that vanishes,

And dissipates into emptiness upon the floor,

Fame and vain!

Everything I love dies, shouting my name!

My search, my quest, my quarry obsessed,

Esoteric integers scribed scrawled in enigmatic texts,

Mesopotamic matrices in cubed recess.

Quivered hands to sand dune parlays…

It dissipates, it evaporates!

Menacing nothing behind astringent eyes!

Out damned hole!

Failure mocks my footfalls,

As it has a thousand souls before.

Lunacy laughter shudders from my spirit;

Kierkegaard’s last tactical response,

To such noxious nihility, negating me.

My shade shivers and trembles this nothing upon the floor,

And no stone will usurp the dancing door.

The shuttle weaves forever more.

Babylonia 1

NAHUA

In the place of seven caves, seven niches, seven emergences,

Submergences in howls from under bellicose Kivas’ echo my name,

The Hueyapan vicar reverberances resonates the same:

Diego, – he told me – down there in Aztatltlan(tli), the Nahua tribesmen

Incise the penitent to pieces,

A slicing slaughtering sacrificial,

An offering of victims visages in sanguine - Diego, it is a sacrifice.

Chicomostoc… (rhythmic drumming shakes the stars from their hidden nests),

Rabbi Isa, Rabbi Isa… (drums throb hammering in escalating violence…from the depths).
RICHARD THE CANNIBAL KING

Steeds abandoned and rothers grasped in bloody digits,

By the androphagous conqueror, the Cannibal King!

With great power and potency and primacy,

Superior sovereignty supremacy,

Dominion dominance, hierarchical hegemony,

Imperia forceful in strident marching, massacring.

Hemoglobin tyranny,

Maniacal oculi insatiably edacious.

Unis, unis unum cum nulla, in incipient tragedy,

Mater, mater, qui est Pater awaken me.

Tremble, tremble, not the night terror, little one,

But chant scream sing, in off kiltering ardency, extolling her horrible ascendency (demonic laughter).

SUDD MA’RIB

Selena whispers spells from Luna cult grimoires,

Smearing my heart’s exsanguination from pools of blood in enchanted fixation.

Ruinous, violently, I vault my moist mortal form

Towards the tambourine stars.

U Sudd Ma’rib, La Ciudad Perdida, The lost city;

My bane, my prophet, my pit, the engine-maker, my salvation in chasm chains.

Mydeca, poro derramar, pour, pour, pour, from laceration pores;

My blood! My bane! My heart!

My pit! My reign! My salvation…

Abwûnd’bwaschmâja. Our Father, (in Aramaic)

Abwûnd’bwaschmâja

And to this the Rabbi told me:

Talita kumi. Stand up, lass,

l’ahlâmalmîn. Amen,

L’ahlâmalmîn.

EGYPT

In yet another dream…

In ethereal beams;

I was born…The Goddess of Air and Invisibility,

Born and dead a virgin of ancient gnostic Ogdoad.

I, Amunet, the female hidden one,

The androgynous Goddess, the serpent, the lesbian,

Goddess of graves and coffins, tombs and sepulchres.

And the moon gleams by vanta night cast by Lah illumed,

Luminesced my lucid dwam dreaming’s,

I am eternally nocturnally eidolons scribed upon in Anacreontea.

Supine the victiming to me in Cambrian chambers ancient and crumbling,

Supplications on scorched knee’s…praise me!

To receive your darkest desires, passionate rayless fires,

Your hands tremble in anticipations distress,

Caresses and quivers, flutters and touches around abyss,

Kissing my corporeal, where eyes divert from shades…

Lost in innermost graves.

In a dark land, in riverbeds exsanguinate,

From the tombstones…you will be reborn,

Reborn in Ogdoad,

Reborn of Sudd Ma’rib.

Sing thy love and thy life to me…or die again…eternally.

TALITA KUMI!

Fear mourns arising me,

Panic claws reactionarily at life’s rosy cheeks,

Terror spasms hard as quince flesh flailed,

Sparked fright fires to awaken dead dread,

Nails scratch and flesh rend,

The little one in horror form born.

(Love breaks all bones, the dream is interrupted).

SERBIA

The landlady aberration angrily waves bills, in oozing tentacles around my face.
Dread She-Cthulhu of mammon and practicality seeking to devour me.

“I know what I’ll do. I’ll give you a drachma!”

I am not a lamb for your slaughter!

I am the visionary she, triumphant in ascendency!

I see the ethereal surreal in vibrant lucidity!

I susurrate prophecy!

Horus understand me; we converse in hushed whispers in Isis’s dark temple corners,

Amunet understands, she would hold me motherly in her generous embracing arms,

The cities understand, the blindness understands, the blood of the innocents understands…

While I cast the curse of a fiery tongue on the Daemonion!

After sacrificing my inner sanctums to outside world hostilities;

She burned shrieking on the spot…bills in hand.

O, how we do not forgive our debtors.

And glory be to the hellish tower of slaves!

Gorey Glory! Amen, oh Babylon!

In enigma Akkadian tongues rise chanting:

Texru sinnistu izuzzu. Little girl arise!

Saxatu salmu abu Babili. Fear black father Babylon!

Zamaru damu rossu Babili. Sing blood red Babylon!

I walk thy streets, bare and free,

Rabbi Isa, deliver me…not…from Evil.

Babylonia 2:

Work in progress, by Layla Al Kiz Kulesi – Not for you

Dedicated by Hatun Amira Sirbegovic, Sarıkız of Gure, born in the kingdom of Kurkuma; Sultana’s Efendi,
Kizlar Aghasi, general of the girls etcetera. An inscription as well as a dedication found in the Orhon
valley, in the language of unintelligible speech; an enigmatic alphabet, next to a bloody dagger and
Turkish runes, scribed in scrawling script.

Translated into English, by a completely self-taught idiot.

Time and place: 2019, Belgrade is under water and under attack by the Turkish invasion of Operation
Atilla Code.

The poem follows a fair maiden; Dihya Layla Al, a female seer and military leader who has just returned
from a 7th century mission in the Maghreb, known as Kiz Kulesi, leading the resistance of N’Nonmiton
Beninin. Our mothers, amazons under the parole of Things Fall Apart; whose lady mother, Valide Hatun
is quarantined in a a clinic for infectious diseases for 20 days, while reading the book of Leviticus, that
tells of how to quarantine leppers and other creatures suffering from a new age zoonotic virus. And fair
maiden’s mother, in a desire to overcome her naturally caused thanatophobia, even though there is no
sign of any illness. She is obsessed with the idea of arranging her own funeral, as in the scriptures. The
nails and hair trimmed, a burying-place mundane and out of sight. With aesthetic appeal and and a high
monetary cost.

Only one person in Belgrade under the water and under the Turkish invasion of operation Atilla Code is
idle with riches and is responsible for expensive funerals, and that is Hatun Amra Sirbegovic, Sultana’s
Efendi, who already bought off-street visitor parking; breaking parking restriction for Turks at the
Highgate Cemetery in England.

But Amira and Dihya Layla Al; female seer fair maiden, used to be best friends, but now they avoid each
other at all costs…using only diacritical signs, accents or glyphs added as a form of The Ghegs ancient
communication; which often fails to give Layla the necessary visa to enter Belgrade under Amira’s
ancestors concubinage…illegible handwriting…

This poem had a number of beginnings.

The thoughts are existence. The language is negation.

As I lowered behind tisn’t pleasant places.

I shhh the breath of screaming inside inception,

I listen to her lung congestion,

Limiting flooding fluids with damp swabbing,

Scattered pharmakeia herbage holistic,

Cybele motherly ailing and abjured.

Death rattle gales exhale,

Doth Demeter survive, prevailed.

Eyguieres cursed tabular abacus,

Offering desiccating bird sacrifice,

Trading transmission of healing and resurrection.

An ancient winged youth,

Will trap her in a sack.

A down-turned torch wreaths smoke butterflies,

Buried Spartan warriors strident sarcophagi.

Sentimental salutations signals.

In ériu–banba–fódla, a world of delights.

She’s coughing…’annwyfn, annwvyn, annwfyn!’

Outburst explosions sickly impressions voicing,

Whispering wheeze valley nearby nausea golden plated river…

Full of shit.

Pachamama continues:

Many cobbles risen from smitten wisdom,

House of Lazarus, house of ruins,

Drunk with the innocence.

Blazing bamboo flute stricken Holy Spirit,

Depart the sanguine track in wakes,

As I am silence gazing roses in foreign lands,

Where earthquakes endear the choking sighs of men.

Scoundrel clutches shekels, hammered by moistly hate,

Slaughterers sight, stubborn little twat with ego conflagrate,

Pale ghoul like the dead on catafalque cooling boards.

Athena is angry:

Your gaunt grim greed advances,

Deceit to common sense appeal, pyets in stolen nests of honest men.

I will not wind long worn confessions,

Obscurities to hide my desiderata,

But augment my blisses, my expertise, my potencies,

To the carnage of little cunts and their mother’s bardship.

In dread bonum I made pacts with your adversaries.

I, a Spartan God of glowering mockery bravely battle,

Their narrow-minded provincial pettiness.

As requiescat requiem pace may rest in peace,

Their leering wars fourscore fell past last stammering noon’s,

If I depart this mourning coil the funeral toll must be paid.

Quick you purmblid brat hark bark,

And swift, push away every ounce of furore.

In all of the inferno bible writes,

Fringe the sad toothless minstrels,

Forgiveness in idleness, debt collection insolence.

For funerary, asking foes for currency.

Cast out the bitches, they are loathsome with stitches.

In case Minerva departs us…

Oh stars shining through preponderancy centuries,

Gall rival pride, antagonist sage in unfortunates haze,

Battlements soliloquy, removed from the work of divinity,

Towers fall from the sky, Persephone so hard done by…

Hera cloys despondent grabbing my Jesus tunic, mouth agape:

Tragedy! I make deals with monsters for her salvation!

Bestial and horrid Gorgona expects me!

Grasps and fracturing decentred reviled and faints.

Such malice I subdue and depart to procession,

To not so tender a creature.

And quiescence, down to the four depths,

Chasms impossible for monsters to ascend.

Adversities’ abaft nature, stood at stake and bound,

Her thorned mind, puerile in horror’s forceful face,

Obedience to common sense, glowing on idiot’s shore.

Thundering the spider’s pavements,

I preach on Belgrade’s streets, preparing for stridency’s strides,

Rescinding mid flirtation, breathing beneath blocks.

Apathetically dazed Hades,

The final act is done then remade,

Not with eager moves but cold incessance.

I dare not name it…

A sceptre form insatiate, armour shimmering initiate,

Possible impossibility, believing in unbelievability’s.

The grave is closed and cradled desperate respire.

Oh Juno! Peace be with thy possible sputtering embers to ashes,

Respirations imbibed this too shall not thrive!

Not shackles to borrows of either friend or foe,

And this one yet appals, with horn and falls,

Branding of ambitious murder rejoined.

Carnage fruitful vile and falls,

From her lips of deceit, false ponderances from peaks of goodness.

Profoundly disturbed drunken degeneracies’,

Of fortunate fate foul soul sucking ghoul.

Praise be Gugalanna, of nightmare size, of vampiric menace,

On earth unleashed!

So soft the farewell once was – snatched from ashes,

From cafes…flashback sentimental in sepia’s.

Once generous pyres loved ardency’s devotee.

Remnant madness maudlin mauling my arts,

Enacting the falsity of charm,

And sparrows to her bosom,

Her accoutrement, aureate hair memories,

Secluded before me.

I could worship you!…To funerals!

My Aphrodite! An endosperm of mirrored settlings,

Accords and horror Hades beyond the river Styx,

Daredevil sticks.

The couplet pens new novella’s,

Secret circle reclamations of esoteric enigmas,

Without repose the liquor absolves beyond.

The long buried wrecks beyond rest,

Gugalanna compelled savours my sanguine,

So saccharine sweetly bloody Rynfield’s syndrome susurrates,

Cocktails at sunrise with ice, cookbooks for cannibalized.

Feasts for sanguinary slayings, but…

Flashbacks depart, obsessive pathetic pathos ends…

All the Tartini’ sonatas in woe,

Flaming with pitiless perdition.

This being done, winged Ishtar, by Clavicula Salomonis,

Is not enough to cure a witch as her physician.

Still muse upon Calliope soul in wish to comfort bring,

The poverty foul of carrying all completion.

Polyhymnia proposals make visages of Solos,

To gather light from the might of Titans arrayed,

For her shiny, happy, laughing funerary arranged,

Lain flat on mortuary boards, washed in running waters…

Resistance.

And how from thence forth, I…

Facing blossoming willows of mine,

Estetica etica,

Facing anxieties and colonies a la lazaretto,

Leprosarium in Caesar’s hospice.

Before the judgment in wrath, fury and torture,

And time – kama pazam yesh leha?

Help Amira…

In patterns tawny and darkened,

Pounds, ounces, pennies box the mind,

Unsealed unlocked revealed from hearts hearth.

Triple cover blooms clouds between fields,

Dismal shrouding me, thy is the castle cacophony,

Tied to breed idolatry, scraps of foods in poverty,

‘tis some bravery that shames me.

Nothing…nothing…but miles to the cemetery, death’s vile estuary,

Differentials extinct between friend and foe,

To dire dusts we all depart in returning,

Overflowing passes requiems.

Grave thew’s in duels, magicians and mobs,

Charnel homes choked and crowded,

The open moor maw’s mewl shared souls.

The box in bile vividly coloured,

Stain glass strained and blind,

Corpses worthy estranged in engage,

Faces abhorrence rearranged,

Visages of friendly foes fixate.

Thine is the repository! Thine is the tower! Thine is the castle!

Wasted shekels on broken hurts and hearts,

Disgusting guzzle’s gasps gulps avarice.

Crystal balls, crystal chandelier, Turkish marches feared,

The long nosed ballerina dances and riles,

In cruelties deadly disease.

Mistakes may require hours, Amira remarks,

Thus embarks my fatigue through fulsome fear,

Bewail I in misery motifs;

Stones in forever forgotten weep, shine’s digress,

Shine shekel savagery…for now…

But the silent dust rises in easterly eclipse,

Again…the night! Again and again and again…in night…

Drowsy thing deceiver amidst the dull deem,

The tamarind in tension arises,

From the Nemrut mountains to Kütahya fortress!

With charnel choices,

Defunct pazamnik me.

With swords and quills armaments,

Janissary agha ardency,

Haya basir tip haca giziroglu.

Sultan Mustafa, Tsar of all the Turks,

In dawn attacks swarmed the beauty matchless of Layla Kız Kulesi,

Under stygian clouds, in obsidian hoods,

Words spawn crepuscule stains swords in veins.

Kanuni Mustafa passionate zodiacs.

The battle at the dolomites peaks…

And there she reigns,

Switches and wires, toggles and liars, controllers and triggers,

Privacy and mirrors and one…single…button on surface mounts,

Pale as ponderous diorite.

In repetition without replete she is pressing and pressing and pressing,

Electrical cicadas and crickets buzz from hills to valley’s,

She presses and presses and presses…

From Vashundol to foul fells and abysmal,

Upon uncertain rests a murmur rustles in the betwixt beeps,

Implorations, supplications from stars and moon to giant Jupiter,

Until my name has cast its light upon magnesium mountains.

Less attuned voice she to the tambours,

Membranophone foe with variola visage.

The hills reciprocating repeats in outstretched outlines,

Two halves equal bisect by slouching Turks in force,

The magic works of brave prince warrior of old Kurkama,

Defending…

Defending every utterance of his intercom.

Kız Kulesi:

Intercom kingdoms conquering Belgrade in 1501,

By Agha Kanuni and his beatific daughter beloved,

Sarıkız of Gure prevents, to purge pyres most maligned,

Riding a two-headed dragon to tumble towers,

Kaz with eyes of azure emeralds and ambered sorrel.

Intercom’s pallid peaked, vestal in the spire, wolved supine in silvers,

With djinn tricks and ticks flicks on switchboard buttons…

…and now, without further ado…

Darling Diana dragged to funerary pyre,

Sancta Maria tied to steaks in deep dark woods!

Blessed death divine!

And the devil of another compelled capacity waits…in the ruins.

Pearlescent sanguinity chained to monolith mountain sides,

Bosnian buzzards teetering in last circulations,

Aphid’s abhorrence in alt-right gauntlets!

Nitroglycerin forced through our thorax,

Argon coerced between lips,

Boron liquified, compelled through corpses…in…and out…

Sonderkommando descent down gas chambers,

In pits pyretics petalled and discarded.

Two words – five syllables,

Through vapour vista voids into reverie,

Rich clouds cumulous to refuse rain.

As bladders and bags cathetered,

Urinary excreta and the shaking chills.

My halo perishes in fogging miasmal crystalline,

Ache antediluvian agony terra firma annihilation,

Becoming one experiencing fasciculation.

Shaitan unceasing twanging wiry minds,

Amoebas remains of former argosy trusts to use,

The course of years in present pretence,

Of viscerally vinal ism’s infinitesimal.

I, Shd. spectamur agendo; shedding acts, drowning in effects,

Shd. etc. also ala Philology.

(Hands that cannot afford high gates at outsets in paratheses),

Not naught absolute’s,

Cruel scorpion Sigismundo in chains,

Beneath the toad and venomous web.

Fortunate golden accordant of mortal arms,

Keeping the wolverine from work in progress.

Vurryspeshul; tranquil tinctures in ageless freedom fathoms,

Quarantine is fangless tooth,

A loveseat lair, Acheron imposition.

Illegible handwriting fells the cedars of Lebanon…

And in the final cut…

You are safe…

You are free…

You are beautiful…

And as far as anyone can tell, by sub-powers of speed enhanced – Lady Athena remains existent; vividus
animans! In flight, suddens of appearance and disappearance in Europe alight. With bat wings grim to
capture prey, she eased the dread of thanatophobia and viruses, an avid taphophile, attending the
course of gravestone arts, epitaphs and digging tombs without using wings. Someone reported a great
fire near London – the Highgate East Cemetery is still badly damaged in an arson attack by pyromaniac
extremist in 2022. There is a cenotaph of a famous Sir…stolen.

Resurrection

Down beneath a mud murkiness tender,

Missing in onyx oleaginous waters,

In vanta void ball abolitions.

And every person deceased,

Docile, lamblike, disillusioned, despondent.

Peremptory imperious faced,

But endless now…

In my wake, the abyssal gape.

Stumbling chairs, mirror maws,

Dirty laundry, curdling milk,

Four walled fever sweats,

All around the emptiness is exhausted from hungry.

The room traverses,

The furniture languid fluxes in entropies rot,

The floorboards long and wet warble sickly.

Everything moves in the room:

Sludge slithers and masks motion,

Tripping and torsions, stumbling forwards,

Heaving sighs franchise freeing.

Innocent lunatics from the store,

Then they bore…humiliation.

The bleeding blot in tumoured brains,

Thrumming veins,

Pupils as wide a molten medal.

With amorous avarice glance fervently,

Narcissus drew the shores deservedly,

The burning lake bares down relentlessly,

Eternal remorseful of self pity.

Sisyphus, earned that stone,

Emerged a hundred years ago,

Dead, they penetrated deep towards the core.

Loophole to existential exploit,

Exposition of dichotomous discourse.

Returns in cyclical Sisyphean elope,

Tartarian villainy extinguishes all hope.

Detonating varmints vehemence from subtext,

Entropy erupted, finished and enervated,

All gravity discarded,

All packages disregarded.

Phoenix egged burnt lucency of Zion,

Hovering sounds moaned intoned as each dead fell,

Failings fall, shiver and dead rise faltering,

Dilly-dallying zephyr riles,

The gale gusts in undulations maddeningly.

Of those who’ve died, exhausted beyond insightful;

In blood crawled belaboured flame,

The throes of dying around the infinity of the crucified.

IR – Nail, skull-shaped hill sanguinary adytum infinities,

Staples screws hairpins for twisted banditry,

Judas dips faithless betrayal at Church tables,

Fish sauce fouled by the damnable falsity.

Fire steel breathes listens reverberation,

Onion layered stars laugh at us in the halogens’,

In the boulevards of burnt women, Neptune erupts.

Dorian Gray recording Faustian in frame,

Hedonistic beauty with no refrain,

The stain of life cannot be contained,

The portrait portrays portents of every sin.

I arise from tenebrous dead depths,

Candle flickers loping limping legion of devils,

(The diablocojuelo).

Outcry groans moans, in the half-light;

“Lazarus, come forth.”

The wake in terrible miserable ache,

Heaven is snatched away,

Exclamations of “Why Lord!” echo in the horror,

Olivia Plath enters heated caves and Virginia Wolfe gathers stones.

Effort to effected cause willed power,

Effect to instructed methodized procedure,

Frankensteined to abhorrent complete,

And finally, a stake to vampiric heart.

Deadly health loans and lonesome lighthouses,

Forced union voluntary spacing,

And calling wiling witnesses.

The Renaissance is spent,

Lady Lazarus laments.

Faded Jerusalem is ruins,

Desert caravans careen to dust,

Siberian singers slough to slowing in brumal,

The Kentucky fiddling twangs into splinters,

The revelation of reasons loss.

Illusions project, abject objectification bisect,

Logic languishes in the defects.

Blessed be you, sublimely unreasonable,

Among the reasonably riled retinue.

Resurrection on hellish loop, no replete,

Rapidly cycles repeats, no retreats.

The misery of waking wakes and new sickly dawns,

Stretching out past far beyonds.

Zombie Lazarus we, maintaining decency in decaying

And pushing stones, lime slimed hair and souls in nose, abominations rose,
Narcissus drowned long ago…in the beloved lake arms enfolds.

Strange World

Ibis Eyed

Ibis Oculi

Athena Weeps The World

Emerald Eyes Weep

Tumbling Colored World

Backspaced World

The razors bleed azure,

The cigarette yellowing fingers,

Golden shells of empty lipstick rifle cartridges,

Peeling pea’s like cutting lips.

Earth with magnetic particles on knife tips.

The fog fugues approaches in opaque oppression,

From within the goiter flashes intermittent disgust,

And the giant light is red and dying.

I see the earth weeping infinity in a dew drop.

I see a tome tied in traps; webbed aluminum veins ensnare.

I see a tattered doll amongst the drawers destined for deteriorated,

Sad entropy in spaces drifting out of place.

The century accelerates, we survive frail earthquakes,

The century is sickly rapid ruptures in multi-colored biles,

The phantasmal sun runs in ethereal chariot hunt…and harms me,

The postered grin wide is breaking the purpled darkness and vines…

Where is the wine?

Burnt out light bulb eggshells,

Wrapped in amber cellophane flowers.

Carnations rot terrible,

The lilies are giving the junk pile a festive look to the cemetery.

The ghosts eclipse us in directed raged hearts,

Retaliation aimed anger at the ghosts…

…Eclipsing us.

Deceiving spirits in the summoning,

Third legion stridency,

Ice warning clarions from desperate ships.

I stumble like a hermit; quiet clean and dead.

It can’t get any worse, whispers lies,

Get out of my head!

Typed backspace left, type backspaced right, backstepped aft,

Typing backspacing into amaranthine abyss,

Backspace madness violence.

The irrelevance of the game in same…constant, horrible and immortal.

"Then I stood on the sand of the shore"

…and perceived…

The amethyst hills come for Behemoth.

"And I saw a beast rising up out of the sea"

Ascending from magenta magnetic salt.

Leviathan clings desperate to existence.

*

I am entranced, astray in the stars.

Two suns in the sunset descend between planets,

(Interesting - I lean back in my armchair)

Throne carved from rusty iron wire, post-war bunk bed with silk-covered railings.

BACKSPACE

Reptilian humanoid Kekrop in sinister mutations, replication errors,

Mythical chimeric, halves of men and snakes; first king of Athens.

Depart thee! Run from the abhorrence! Run from the terror!
BACKSPACE

Alluring aves, beatific scarlet songbird,

The ruby cardinal in the garden.

Of the feeble boy Doodle, frail and sickly in violets.

Alas poor Doodle destined to massacre,

In Spartan wooden go-cart of pure National Socialism.

Inescapable fated in cruel knifed severities.

Bathe Doodle supine in wine! Give him melanas zomos!

But in the present, Spartan children languish in disability benefits.

Modern Spartans with warrior charge, sate sanguine thirst for ISIL!

Bowing crowds to military service, in the Apella.

The rocks are all replaceable nuclear power plants,

Ibis foul, dances amongst the fuel rods,

Driven by the storm, off course, she descends into the garden…and dies

Doodle, buries the bird with innocent lament.

*
Sparta is alive!

Doodle dies, next to the Obergupenführer - the Spartan woman Amelia who raised Alcibidias.

The sanguine gushes from the boys mouth, Ibisian vermillion and carrion.

Helot grows into a bird...

A jackal attacks a lion…

A cosmic parlour prance of the absurd.

Otherkin jackals and hyenas survive supernovas,

Spreading dire doom plagues of black in obsidian sludge.

More souls perish than could have been imagined in Hitlerian dreams demented.

Rattus perfidious, squamata and serpents,

He blinds by deceiving spirits,

(Wake up, something is going on. They’ll regret sleeping through this)

In the violaceous darkness twinned,

Machiavellianism and psychopathy dance unholy duality,

Dark triads of reptilian dream cycles are born,

Under the abhorrent art of pathological forms,

Psychiatry splices Frankenstein’s of us all in chemical retorts.

The reptile must love itself dirty.

A lowly self love void of sweetness,

Drifting cold…out of gravities passionate grasp…

The daily bile in pneumonic yellows prances normal,

Occurrences in formals…and I can’t help it.

DELETE

Sights on the freezing points of lightning,

Frozen forlorn in stilted.

Ibis egg in unlit crimson rebirths from outer darkness’s.

Ubermensch in dejection, desperate in desire to be someone,

To be anything, to be anyone…to be me.

Athena weeps in Olympus with emeralds eyes,

Sighs echoing sickly in multiplicity,

Pulsing and dopplering distorted:

‘It's a strange world.’

Ibis oculi.

The World goes completely dry.

BACKSPACE…BACKSPACE…DELETE

Three Fingers

Three fingers circling,

Convulsing digits diametric malicious,

Three fingers circling sent,

Shoulder flesh torn ripped and rend,

The herald tunes his instrument;

The Presbyterian church penumbral,

Embezzled in schismatics convulsing convocation,

…taking communion in retaliation.

But be not silent;

Without vocal evocations emanating prayer,

Without navigations in magnetic compasses' off course,

Without emancipating exhortations for Elohim,

Without divinities assistance.

Awake sleepers! Awake sitherers! Awake dirt eaters of witch soil!

Broadening clouds, enveloping storms,

Cumuli more colossal than the spirit following my fates,

Avengers exsanguination sate.

Bound and head bowed on Nietzschean stump forlorn,

With no space between you and emptiness embrace.

Dense pitches broil in the descension,

Either the asylum or the sword remains,

…the only potentials.

Jehovah Shammah,

Put my soul out in your palm,

In the twisting of fingering fugue thralls,

Forty two thousand falling at the crossing,

I am passionate, pathetic prophetic in facades.

I was a Shibboleth in lachrymose lament,

I was frozen in nails and thorn whisperings,

…a top the Christ’s crown.

I was a spike piercing penetrant into holy Logos bones,

I was dirty and unworthy,

In unwashable ash crosses.

Going out about the world screaming unclean…into the dark.

A hundred Jordanians could not erase the blot,

And parchment is written just so to wickedness,

Signing deceit in the infernal infinites.

I thought everyone else kinder, lighter, more luminesced,

I thought everyone else preferable, preferential, more powerful.

Lethal thieves in Noah’s submarines vicious lions tamed,

Who are they, invenial in vulgar vales?

Decapitate them in mid-flight heights,

Upturned heads holding blooming bouquets,

Alluring elegance angelic with open mouths,

Dying flowerpot rot.

Duplicating deviled touches, hushes of his suspiring secrets,

Vanquishing he, vanquishing me, so let it be.

Hideous, deformations sinly unsightful,

Wicked, ignoble, vileness and horribles, corruptions unknowable.

Withdraw thee from nevermores, abyssal footfalls,

Prisoning Reaper demoning screaming,

In the slobbering darkness, spirits shriek sirene.

And I am sticking my tongue through keyholes,

Voided stygian peep holes,

Abominable ancient crafted jail locks,

So let the bastard bite it off.

Curs and vermin, bandits and highwaymen,

Crafty thieves in the night,

Sleepwalking liars carrying crippling children in sickly arms delight,

Killers, cutthroats and slayers

Can cast no tricks, nor await for us…in the darks of night.

For the Yurodivi in primordial potencies,

Powerfully decor church’s with amaranthine’s of evil.

Beholding Coeus behind foresight, God of intellect and bright oculi,

Descending in wounded dolorous and tristitia…tearing out his eyes,

Confide in this blind life amongst askances,

Deliver us from the trickery of cheating existences.

Metamorphosis of betrayal shifting in drifting and blood shedding,

Drowning in the dire’s of grievances.

Oh how I hated myself God,

Oh how I hated myself,

And all my vain remains.

My third self seeking forgiveness’s banishing’s,

And perceiving smiles around wept threats.

These three fingers were circling, circling still,

From bridge to bounds…leapt in vain laments.

These three fingers Jehovah!

These three fingers First And Lasts!

These three fingered fates.

Behemoth

Beast of the stars, beastly stars bursting through broken door horror,

Fractured, frightening, altars maddeningly moans bellicose blares.

Bronze breastplate chest beating strident in battle cries,

The moon ascends glowering, the moon goes out sanguine.

Summoning’s in arched shade, eyebrows in flames,

Esoteric enmities, caustic rhythms chaos sparks in the darks;

Come forth fright of flight!

Come forth horror of Hades!

Come forth diadem dread of dreams!

Tail stiff cedar and terrible sinewed, bronzed bones,

Chaos creature primeval primordial first begotten by divine.

Leviathan paired in rips, tears and snares, mass massacres,

Lotus and marshes, willows and Jordon rushes,

You cannot hold back the seas in me.

You cannot take me by the eyes.

The bells ring threateningly impassable path collapse.

I exist on thick stratus clouds obsidian laps,

Laughing mania maniacal teeth

At pitchforks and torches, flames and horses, mobs malicious.

I will offer you no retreats.

My existence radials from metaphors cores,

Signs of times unsublime; trumpets and seals,

Exsanguination moon and ashing sun tides,

At my manifestation surfacing riling rise!

Ophelia to dust, Caesar to rust,

The coffin cacophony closes.

Hamlet in passionate unimaginables of madness,

Laertes despondencies long laments,

Behemoth watches with baited breathe,

The worm feast of wriggles and prances is sent.

Demon in feline susurrous’s in stygian,

In templed tramped ruins, arsonist fevered unfathomables,

With wine in paw and maw mouthed wide,

Comedy monstrosity in sardonic simpers smile.

Calottes in cubes irregular, velvet and somnolent,

Cathedrals illustrate, dancing fangs penetrant,

Hinderances to gnawed ruminations self,

Assembling ascetic earths cults.

You will find me where I am remote.

You will find me where I am cunning and silent.

You will seek me where I am circumspect.

Let me consider a while,

In fracturing mirror;

The silence ripples out in wasp honey articulate,

Sickly sweets decaying desiccates.

Spider with nihility features fragmenting, I know your visage,

Glazed gaunt gossamer gauzed webs peerless,

Legs flitting nauseous in whims maligned,

Spider wriggling abhorrently and faceless.

Under walls of Cimmerian chambers,

Where eclipses blink salvific imagery

I will exist, mergences with wordness.

I exist foolish and reckless without time for restlessness,

I bequeath stones weary wildness,

Beasts begotten in the dimness.

The alchemy magical of Arcadia is permeating,

Pulsing, parading, in the fast and wilds,

South of my ears, east of my scars, north of tides,

Nuclear flashes shone ritualism, over hollow chested empiricism.

Between the walls warbling portals,

Behind closed doors demented Dionysian,

Filled with feverished waits, wiled impatient.

Like the sand granular sensuous,

Hands outstretched, soft before blasphemous blades,

Shrunken conscious under arches of served Hades…

I am lurking unholy gothics,

Under invocations ancient,

I am plague flesh fevered,

Howled slowly in spreading bleeding blacks.

I am reviled hearts in atavisms,

Abhorrence in hidden self harm hinderances.

Hidden in underneath’s, a human heart screams for ascent,

A new creation, a new monster, a new confluence.

Judge me, O Efreeti, according to me…

Dying off into a terrified…wisping…whimpering…whisper.

Butterfly Idyll

In terrible airy alofts, flying high,

Adrift in anima amnesia’s,

Floating in fernweh forgottens,

A low birth in abyss’s,

Radiance in replete radials from rages

…In furious vortices.

You chase enchantment phantoms in Elysian fields,

Drips and drops tell tales to pebbling flowers.

And sea’s shimmering sparkling spray,

Soliloquy’s shadowy opaque on gloaming coasts.

Butterflies, lonesome lighthouse sewn shores,

The cannibalistic roses sanguine swell in opening horrors,

The star language songs sing and susurrates,

Tower of Babel nations are euphoric in linguistic relates,

Your Jupiter cult divine drowned in sacrificial wine.

The great oceans with brumal iced crest glistens luminesce,

Turning their faces in adorations to eloquent suns.

Fires birthed from hollow clouds eruption,

Butterflied veins in vain combust without refrain,

Butterflying flits in solar circles, dying in flaming cycles,

Swayed wings desperate, flutter flails waves weave.

The sea shudders wide and the earth gasps despondency,

It’s ceasing deceasing pleasing, powers Gods.

Deserving of death, deserving of life…

Let him live…let him die…

Despised executioner, I…

But let departures be without punishment.

The triumphant arrogant live…

…but if only…for one more moment.

It floats through sullen azure arches,

Delicates warbles sinking on failing ash spark.

Strained in chained,

Fallen empires cycle timidly,

The swath mutes bitterly.

The screams of the butterfly.

In this witchly silence, the birds have no name.

Howled realizations of impending demise,

Roars in restless logos, linguistic anguishing reviles.

The icy knife lunges, twisting in chests,

The dogs went wild from the scent,

Snake holes sent, trails for sour spent.

Icarus unspeakable without wings,

Eternal falling resonance in eternity sings.

The unsettling crackling of film off it’s reels,

Whooshing winds of terror revealed,

A thousand knives trembled eyes,

Broken winged horses and broken sighs.

Winged intimacy with deceasing,

Can you hear this breaking mercy?

Dropped to knee’s from flight, in front of shining seas light,

Womb burst swallowing lightning, torn harsh flesh darkness in vain,

A new beast is born from the stain.

The cry of the caterpillar.

Falling lightning, beast in nerve cell mornings,

Beast in miasmas with air on fire, breath a blazed!

Permeated atmosphere suffused imbued.

She hoods submerging stars and turns off the sun,

She transcends death threshing and flies in the whirlwind storm,

Lunacy grasps the winged with scorn.

Transfigurations to sinister,
The harmonies collapse in desolation,

The intestines scream dissolution.

Sinking stars feverishly shaking black,

Red retch blood glares,

The veins swell chthonic flares.

Unquenchable expires,

Unsatiated thirst…fires!

This dawn of tamed passion possessed,

Mantles tremble in lowering laments,

The black forests gloam obsidian under black moons,

The earthquakes grumble morbidity too soon.

Dying iris turns transient,

Swallows hushed in sallow hollows,

The Hearances reviled,

The howl of the butterfly.

On this heartbreak soil

Deathly modus’s susurrous’s shipwrecks.

The Reaper ravages us all…

…For loss of her.

BUTTERFLY: Death, I heard you while you were breathing...

I heard you while you were sleeping…

I heard you while you were weeping….

I heard you while you were screaming…

Centuries of noosed escape,

Eons of eluding fate.

Shrieked clarions called silent,

On immortal heights.

The laughter of the butterfly.

Look Back In Laughter

I remained in the city too long;

Money launderers and ferals of fascism at the temple,

Psychopathy, landlords and gargoyles of Hades,

Ticked the time of my anxiety agonies.

Inconsequential, just look back in laughter.

Scrying mirror celled phones scream light at zombied fright,

Tribaled in unthinking amorphous greys,

All thoughts delayed, philosophy forbade,

And I am banished from sight.

Look back in cackling.

With knived convulsions, he, throwing (my) poetry ferociously,

My books blades for harrowing Hades,

Cultist bastards out! Damnedable freakshow! Damnedable gargoyle!

I will slaughter your abhorrence with bare bloody hands…

…The dark will understand…

Look back in blackest laughter.

All the dinosaurs resting in me,

Bosch painting horrors imprisoning,

Revived in final clenches of human vulgarities.

Look back in mocking revulsion.

Diabolicus in blockus against stalkers seeking saccharine,

Lurkers performing following and flitting in fealty secrecy,

Diogenes mocking threnody beneath me.

Look behind you and chuckle.

Pharaoh’s prenatal in celestial womb,

Fetus feverish in supernova spasmal tomb,

The wheels of history bitterly consume.

Look back in laughter.

Dire desires drives for immortality.

Surviving slaughterhouses of foetal Ustase.

Gossips to trick track tumultuous trends,

Bends of claimed knowledge pretends.

Look back in howled hysterics

Blow dry magic torments and tricks,

To tame and reign hair she is unsatisfied with,

Primps and prods, baths and pedicure supplicate God’s,

Look back in laughter.

Bus ride’s between rooms,

Foul practicalities alchemy in bloom,

Niels Bohr atomic riots in gloom.

Look down in smiling derision.

Visions ignitions, Dubai dreams,

Luxury sensual collisions, minted pillows,

Spartan dishes fissions in asyluming delights.

It doesn’t matter…so…look back in laughter.

She maneuvers her demise into place,

Stratagem, strategies, tactics of replaced,

Cruel callous laws to sate.

Gorgon eyes to hide behind sanguined shirt,

Secret years she bares the tears growing it on her tit,

She digs sharp venomous teeth into it.

She sets the sacrifice of skin and flesh cancerous,

She wills Cerberus clock, let it tick, let it tock…

…until ends.

Look…look back in laughter.

Imps surround, push, pull, shove, harass, harry me.

But look to lacrimation she!

Struggles and sorrow, proud and pretence somnolent,

Desperate hollows in gambles,

In wilding fae’s, wasting away.

Look back in laughter.

Begging by crumbling fracturing fountain,

Sleeping primal in public tempestuous transportation,

Are you insane? Why not give money to my children?

I use to have means like you.

Denarius jangling and dancing portents in my pockets,

Protect your drachma or find cruel fate at equal footing,

And the thronging crowds will cast pitying bones;

“Look at the poor thing, insane! What’s wrong with your head!”

Look back in laughter.

The meter is running and there is no room at the inn,

No apartments to appeasements begin.

She was once alluring in elegance untold.

Brought onto Caucasus from Egypt,

By the sons of Ommaya as per ibn Shaprut’s order,

The minister of Abd al-Rahman III and Sebikhasim,

Enslaved, slandered and scold, humiliated, depleted…sold.

A demigoddess of fulsome breasts,

Luxurious hair and pursed plump lips.

Look back tittering in tragedy.

Rejecting the Omayyad caliph,

He told Shaprut to sell Selima to the Khazar King Josef,

To do as he pleases, and this Hebrew king made Selima,

The slave-woman of Allah.

Selima slender, demure elegant unshakable bamboo,

With disgusts in her squealing breathe taking escaping.

Look back in ironic displacing.

Psychopaths along the rode trode dynastic,

Torchbearers of infinite Emperors.

He’s smells blood on the wind, he smells the sweat of victim,

…He smells competition.

Look back in laughter.

Look around…nobody…

Something, someone?…nothing…

Somebody?…nobody in crowns…

Nobody gone to ground…

Nobody is found…

Tomes of related wisdoms nauseate,

The numbers in cruelty mean fate.

Stare intently in tactical laughing.

Strings bind to me in unbreakable unremorseful,

The past hunts behind me.

Medusa drinks me in marbled glass,

In the cruel poison of her irony.

Visages transfixed, trapped in ivory.

Inconsequential…just look back…in laughter.