What do you miss in your solitude? What memory there intrudes? The way her hip is made wide When laying on her side? What pierces the very flesh What confounds all rest When you just want to forget? Let us forget
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The Chord, Summer Remix
We gather in shadowsBefore screens of lightBeneath arcs of rhythmWhere stories dog-fight Where nothing is warmBut all is just rightEnergy generated, energy spentAnd no end in sight The sky overheadBoundless, indifferentDraws it in to no effectAs the sea swallows the shipwreck
The Picture of Alice
The porch was a concrete block with steps formed into it and a visible tilt, or so I thought, like some chunk of brutalist architecture that had fallen out of the sky. It was about five by five feet. Young people were crowding there to smoke, despite the rain having lapsed into the faintest trace,Continue reading “The Picture of Alice”
Breech Born Boy
God awoke mid-dreamThus I was born An aborted schemeThis man you scorn Purring Satan let slip In sleeping God’s ear: “Make his breast a crypt For a heart of pure fear “Let the cold inside chill him When ambition will arise Let dread always fill him At any shock or surprise “Let his ardor beContinue reading “Breech Born Boy”
Freestyle
The Cord A life I’ve spent before screens of furyAmong pillars of sound and planes of lightShrinking below a lowering overcast skyWhere their vaporous residue collectsTo blot out a forgotten sun fadingLike a clot of coagulating bloodIn this morass of chaos and colorHe waits there, beyond our world of artificeHe mocks our shallow fascinationAnd ourContinue reading “Freestyle”
Freestyle
Eighth of November Where were you, when the dam gave way?What did you do on that glorious day? Before–we were young–they took us asideOn our blank faces they etched their dull lies All history’s sins were ours to atoneWe’d reap Equality, from passion sown Like Soviet farmers we took to the taskRedoubling our efforts withContinue reading “Freestyle”
Colossus 2013
Revising the monument: Not like the noble works of Western fame, Of conquering race astride from land to land, Here at bloodied,graffitied gates now stands,A twerking harlot, some father’s shame, to proclaim: U S for Sale! Comprehensive Plan!“Yo World; may your spawn slander,reprimand, My breed, whose bequest, nonetheless, they’ll have,Keep,” mumble her collagened lips, “your fit. Pour: Your benighted, needy, your just plain bored! Your aggrieved, those eager to settle scores,Bloodied hands fleeing their criminalContinue reading “Colossus 2013”
Lyric on the Fly
Poor little guy,what did he think?Did he feel the void sighas he came upon the brink? And will I know whenmy own time is nigh?Or go in oblivionlike this dumb fly? Lord grant me the courageto face that same abyssFailing that,make me oblivious
Original Sin Remix
I was nothingBefore I came to beI was contentmentI was obscurity Then I entered the worldAnd the grave world entered meThe world in terror I cursedThe world in return cursed meWith this dread: mor-tal-i-ty
The Icy Flame, Mad Monk Mix
Live on, thou damned!–Baudelaire, The Double Room Life is the lashDriving us onToward the flameWithout hasteWithout pauseCalm, cruel, fixedIndifferent to usIts raw material that serves some purposeWe cannot knowInto the chilling fire, slave-soldiers!Into Nature’s maw!This command the only counselOf a universe without conscienceAnd desperate Man takes his ownHe imagines worlds beyondOver and above this graveClearContinue reading “The Icy Flame, Mad Monk Mix”
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