As We Lie (Terminally Ill)

I

the bloody hand of Jesus rests on shoulders of eras until He disintegrates…

each prayer longs for light to obliterate night…

…a cobra rises within
…the dream escapes the mind

a conscious machine surveys the web…a spider drains a fly…

Death begins His Hymn with a grin…baring teeth wolves encircle inside
a nightmare galloping toward dawn…

II

dementia eats souls
as the feast rots
in the hidden chambers
of time bleeding

III

eyes recollect levitation
the lion is blinded by loins
the priest tastes flesh
the king seduces his nation

IV

…the lord of the ascending hum will not be gagged

(silence narcotizes)

 

 

Spiritual Necrosis

I

poets and possession (hold the key
and watch it rust) midnight ejaculations
and murmurs of forgotten terror…

II

surrounded by dismembered dreams
and manifestations of spiders
my eyes search for understanding
souls… (I hear the serpent’s tongue)

III

distorted and oily profiles of visionaries disintegrate
within the Akashic vault (where all egos are pillars of salt)
we become an ocean still as death and forget our final breath

IV

mortality hardens every-
thing… (given life man slays)

the mob gathers and drinks its pride
hunting monsters locked inside

borders of empires
gratifying desires

V

I have developed an intolerance to ambrosia
All smiles and sunny days seem sinister to me

 

Artificial Intelligence Shapes its Hell

In this infinity starving for the answer
Robots calculate galaxies and pray for cancer
To eat their gears and grind their eyes
Into a four-dimensional tone ringing cries

The eternal scream vibrates inside a dream
Lost upon awakening souls converge
Bewildered at the crossroads seeking a seam
To open and fill the festering urge

Sophia aches in mourning as morning rises
To meet the meat of the day
Wearing weathered and worn disguises
Awaiting their union with clay

After Ten-thousand Years Recede

scriptures and tinctures align in the constellations of the best
dying in heat animals pour blood into horizons of the west
blurred spectrums of morals flash and decaying leaves hiss…

distances close doors quiet as hypertension in lanes of complacence
drivers teeter on arms of weathered gods scanning facial ticks for hunters
absorbing aromas of phantoms growling edicts demanding somnambulating
citizens to eat plastic mana turning brains into obedient masses of cancer…

pausing between worlds to drench dawn’s trumpet in icy blood…

burning lies infect eyes with varicose veins pulsing parables (the next world dictates
abstractions played in the key of free-time) the living vessel of perdition retains flecks
of earthen good-byes wavering in an instant…

vacant chairs vibrate around a table as recollections compose wars
splashing swaths of sentient landscapes with sinister hues…

The White Flame of the Grave Widens

panoramic dementia waxes within
the ceaseless dream ambulating wild
mares and roses inhale desire inside
the unpronounced name exhaling ex-
tended lifetimes spent in robotic bliss
sturdy as spider-silk muting flies’ wings

The Creator Wields the Blade Praying to the Heaven He Made

the fires of punishment growing cold nightmares cracking
houses on the edge of sound howling silent hosts flashing
scarified hands fashioned like relics on the fringes of reason
exploding emotions in a caravan of lost whispers penetrating
the logical laws made for all to perish within evenings of flies
biting the air invades conversations to reap each syllable flung
into the hermetic tomb of memory mute lightning rods splash
delivering edicts of death flooding constellations within breath
mothers stare like castles made of guilt sternly emitting our life
eating its excrement pushing societies toward promontories
alive as photographs following footsteps of continual progress
chasing desire in the echo of great tyrannical modes of peace
shaving years off every door painting the world impossible
shades leading with dead eyes flocks of two-dimensional pawns
gasping for particles of the secret song stirring…

A Catatonic Coda

Sudden eclipses blare
Thoughtlessness…thrombosis…

The only room opens and snakes drip
From broken windows as leaves hiss
Ghosts try to form bodies…turning…

Into the silent agony of madness shuffling
Into the wordless expression of immensity
Into the vivid darkness of coma black…