3 poems/ 2014

 

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…infarctus decibel of lung-snag between skull and membrane

…lightless unlock/ shadow of the un-face

…not a sound

…deathed all to the prism pillage

…ice-black/ silence of an evacuated room +1

…disease writhe spinal spasm ejaculate of teeth words careening over the edge into some oceanic vault

…the landscape of the body falls away

…time’s vitreous chamber bites with all the regality of the none

…all for

…as if to

…empty echo/ echo/ echoing fading unto ever-clear

…distillation of soundless space/ still yet the thrum of pulse in the skull in the vibrant loins

…bites the limbs what shadows

…in a regalia of buthery/ of a meat hook glint the banality of hope ever-resurgent/ autopsy/ eviscerated light

…(bites because it cannot/ helm/ sudden to the reduction to ash)

…in the black light/ the pulse is disheveled

…nocturne’s exposed glands and expulsion of synergetic waste throughout the coil of mortal spine

…(eats because it…)

…not a trace

…expired hands driven unto foreign by the sun’s stale light

…chasm shock of blood/ …

…silence re-gathered in the parched throat

…“A prayer is in order, your Lord, your Worship”

…'I love you like we shit...'*




                                                 *(Georges Bataille)

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23...

'The smell in here, hangs like a killer, hangs like a dead man, and I can’t take another day...'

(--David Yow (The Jesus Lizard-SDBJ))

…fresh meat of the unsung black light/ birth-ed suffocate/ exile

…stench room of obliterate/ of discarded syringes burning in a lapsing flame

…the broke bone bodies of the mind

…alcoholically spitting out the teeth from a wired jaw/ its seals unbroken laughter of the shadowless breathe

…asks yet/ distill/ hangs yes/ another day ‘I’ cannot

…fevered the collapse of entity into grave filled with children’s teeth and rusty scalpels/ (as if to…)/ exhales

…the smell of you/ recollect/ a/ dead/ and the brutal flesh

…evidently hung for far too of the obsolete/ the wilting blood/ dense/ echo

…vibratory

…hangs like a killer unknown…(sick…drunk…blow…job)

…a sinew’s noose/ contracted the pupil grazes upon/ roving of the eye unsleeping in vacant lots of bound bones and acrid sentiment

…it hangs in here/ whispers emanate/ copulating shadows sprayed upon bare white walls/ repeat/ repeat again

…laughterling of pulse/ ocular the surrogate smear

…blood tastes like any other

…the silence weighs/ hangs/ garroted tide of exist/ a swollen tongue in throat a kiss of some obscene pageantry

…‘And I can’t take another day…’

…they sway like the memory of nothing come to pass/ never engrained/ ever the return to

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24...

…of the suicide of the/ the fashioning of stone meat

…regressive fingers rub ink in wounds to mark the non-existent trilogy of static grace in the haven of

…blind white asp of sanguine deformation

…echoes canyons/ ablaze the forests of desire’s breathing of the ilk sweat of the brow the taste of

…X. +1

…zero approximation

…null/ void/ in an excess of none

…gutted as of some prostitute be it male or female/ cast off/ the weight of sex devoured

…bankrupt tide

…meat from which

…’I smoke it down to the filter, and put it out on your hand.’*

…fist in/ orifice of/ there is electric there is blind light and the black pitch of it enshrouding

…(first glance says obsolete)

…spinal excavations in the drunk fuck night of nothing less or more than given haste of the breath lapse what depth stained white sheets

…all spun together with the glue of god

…(lapse)

…impress of lime upon the wound raw white blood of the occult silence between one distance and another

…(as if to say)

…walls and the penetrative shadows

…the death of

…there is absence/ there is hell