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.
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Author:
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