Anticipating Aquarius

behind the invisible and locked door Akashic records are re-
corded and monitored (lizards and limbic systems leak fluids)
as druids sacrifice their lives for the harvest and hum…

the swelling cities ramble and babble
beneath sagging and aging wires
disintegrating and integrating
into the impalpable web…boiling brains…

blackness eats mouths growing cancer
as the king’s atomic crown blinds all…

the owl recognizes a voice in the orderly wilder-
ness…the first flakes of snow descend…electric hell glows…

all citizens know and obey the silent titles and epitaphs
etched into our stony silence stabilizing foundations of reality…

the texture of madness caresses my psyche
my eyes envision scythes and scathing words…

…caustic causation eats reason out of my tongue…(who are you? whispers?) the auto-
mated unconscious answers silhouettes with symphonies…the negative is the final
answer…contracts contract and species sizzle beneath the riddle penetrating the o-
zone…

The Funeral Dream Shocks a Vision

Sleeping in the bones of humanity
A fear snarls complications and apathy
As humid poverty dies ingesting vices
While tossing dice into the digital
Scream as surrealistic executions
Rifle through old files yellowed
The answer is never bound but held
Loosely by iron-hands of iron-men
As women wearing polite lies ring bells
Applauding ejaculations from hell

At once a sickness ferments lock-jaw
Gnashing us all with the fangs of its law
Until ghosts outline exoskeletons
Of crawling roaches behind a wall
Of painted flowers strangling sanity
As toxic exhalations whisper
Oblivion in a nanosecond shivers
Lilacs and perverted old men licking
Tremors of shouting and shaking
Entities hiding within decrepit norms
Digging for worms fishing for faces
Within the bubbling illusion of depth

Magic Ruins

in the rusty tide animating bones
of deluded gods reaching for the lie
etched on eroded steles in dead lisps
licking flames of seers tossing guts
filled with blue and red fascists
infecting the hands of the curious
willing to taste microscopic spiders
gulping their blood pumping poisonous
chants of starlit fevers soaking doubts
in baptismal orgasms growing fingers
measuring spirits down to the remnants
of angels sleeping in cellars drinking
emotions of residents disheveling linen
drenched fear perspiring throughout eye
movements of broken nightmares straining
to be painted in fixed oil imbued with lead
thoughts cracking in corridors hallucinating
dripping madmen sharpening revolts smearing
screeching phrases fed intravenously milking
the life of beasts for ravenous wisdom awaits
cold to the heart thuds of silence defy adages
preaching surrender to the surgeon’s pride
flashing silver pain pooling mercury bulges
of phallic power parading atrocity elements
churning in the metabolic circumference of Gaia
digesting busts of Caesars forgetting Romana
as peace basks in the annihilation of metabolism
directing the jet-streams crossing sunrise
and sunset like catholic rites glossy and gilt
flat personages etched by bright children
bending down to surrender to the priests
speechless in empty piety moaning high-
ways returning in internal engines combusting
beside Masonic erections adorned with devils
sliding between walls where innocence lived
yellowed pages of periodicals recall fabrications
stitched into the screens of televisions changing
until the entire hymn of Satan rests in every palm

Emptiness Sears within our Eyes

roaring righteous ravenous rage
blooming warped inside a cage
evolving and eating the solution
bathing and swelling in pollution

unsteady digits of weary animals
claw paths through closing portals
opening gates screeching light
banishing shades of lucid night

guarding the secret seal
pouring out what is real
through exhalations of fire
devouring flowers of desire

until charred clouds decay
breaking apart bitter clay
unveiling veiled visages
spreading severed messages

like flighty feathered seeds
sowing thick roots of deeds
into hearts in heaven and hell
locked within a warring spell

the question is a cancer spawning
a hunger for the answer dawning
repeated shapes of stories binding
everything feeling is always dying

Within the Atrophying Equinox

Sirens push the angry voice of unreason
Drenched in bloody colors of the season
As the sun evaporates in the imagination
And night resides on the steed of fear

(Napoleon in a white dress) and the echo
Of cocks dawn light imploding secret screams
Of marching soldiers forever ramming muzzles
Of old ideals into reeking corpses of honor

(head-crushing symptom of a dream) the countenance
Of eternity like a greedy whore pushing diamonds for more
Like the drunken factory-slave smacking his bride’s tears off
Like the unisex office-worker staring into pulsations of a phone

(when will the whisper send an angel to defend?) unknowing
Of the end like a candle crying in the frozen desert of existence
Stretching its one chord coda across plains of infinite stupor
Conducting gray trains breaking through walls encircling the sky

Listen to the luminous elements hush thought with insinuations
Like a silky underside of a mistress’ hand stroking the flushed cheek
Of her lover absorbing guilt while watching pleasure wilt on a vine
Decomposing its fruits fertilizing fields expanding rich deaths divine

Fascists and saviors shaped into heads of martyrs like ornaments
Guarding sinking temples like invisible gargoyles growling revenge
Heaping montages of atrocities over skulls of citizens complying
With black phrases starving gaunt limbs of revolution…

Waxing a Wan Prophecy

Gaping open raw war exhales vapors
In the frigid gray stillness excavating
My souls for the unseen harvest
Reflected in the leaves desiccating

Through walls of fogs pale faces stare
And disappear like a random shiver
Like a slick violin string vibrating sad
-ness like a portent of a sickness open

-ing shaking thoughts of unknown frontiers
Full of four-dimensional forests and coasts
Where skeletons recite rhapsodies ravenously
Waving flags of unjust defunct empires wildly

In the encrusted fear demons lend severed gospels
Like laughing children without love keeping records
Of my actions and their forgotten complexions
Waning in the humid cold touch of misgivings

But the voice warbles without ceasing warnings
Releasing doves bleeding as they fall asleep
Descending into a valley where darkness shines
Limbs of unrequited hope desperately lunge

For the throat emanating light salvation
Indiscriminately reaping and sowing dreams
Seeming real as wounds which never heal
As flies hatch treasonous larva in the gash

And a new century is born and scorned
Now and forever have arrived starved
Demanding blood on the altar of profusion
Crying in concrete homes hallowing illusion

Until the last angel breaks illumination…

Living in a Karmic Encore

Reeling in the recrudescence
Of sable deeds resurrecting
Living memories with wills
Of their own propagating

Gelid hegemonies breeding
Secrets slowly accumulating
Energy in the fierce inflation
Of words painting pictures

Framing the fractured nemesis
Of eons evolving brilliantly
Amalgamating all espousing
Nuclei of parables palpitating

Groaning spires of cathedrals
Piercing ambitious generals
Reliving war above our eyes
Hearing epics of clear skies

Leaning Backward

On the precipice of breath
The children of the earth
Preach fearful of Death
And its cadre of specters

Rotating in a kaleidoscope
Of myths and buried scenes
Awakened by calling dreams
Recalled in placid eeriness

Inked in material obligation
The exchange is always fixed
In the hands of those who pay
The ransom knowing their way

Into the labyrinth of realities
Sculpted by rough potentialities
Of visions judged by reflections
Glistening visages echoing ripples

In the seasons that resolve to bind
Our souls with the sounds of a mind
Decoding the texture of life’s hunger
In the spirit singing silence incessantly

Without answers prayers are granted
Making living words become enchanted
With the ghosts of symbols revived
In an order beyond what we perceive

Hands are fashioned by the bidding
Of masters living without existing
Shaking the frame of our portrait
Chipping fading colors in disarray

Pains of flesh curl woefully thin
Gnarling before strife can begin
To etch its verse into our feigning
Sincerity of repentance permeating

Religiousness desiccated by wealth
Acquired in the piety of merchants
Shouting promises of eternal health
To crippled consumers constantly

Trembling before the towering odds
Of games of dice bet against the gods
Casting their roll throughout the lands
Revealing digits valuing our demands

As we denounce what we pronounce
Across our arena rocking and eroding
As chariots splinter and horses neigh
And the sky arises suddenly arrayed

In the wrath of the earth lightning
And thundering winds screaming
Rain burning the skin pleading
Voices crackling like fire breathing

Ash descending like a slow mist
Remnants of moans open like eyes
In the endless of journey of skies
Absorbing the horizons of ruins

Bodies Soak in Black Rivers

Where days are devoured
By gaunt dogs in pale night
Echoing footsteps of centuries
Calling through drawings
Etched with eyes that pierce
Speaking of the wrath they live
Through each day cities enraged
In flames with marching voices
Drowning in valleys of holiness
Carved by Latin chants and Kings
Dressed in jewels eating dripping
Meat turning on spits as peasants
Trudge through turgid streets
Singing dirges of hopeful depth
While feeling the old breath
Of Death exhaling in their hearts
Aching for wine to alleviate
Sores festering behind walls
Worn with plague and penury
Mothers crying lullabies
Cradling infantile dreams
Of flowers in green horizons

Vibrating at the Speed of Rage

the mind has lost its faith
in emptiness and regret
concealing and finding

no savior willing to maintain
the endless charade of unity
complacent in the noises rain
-ing a door closes unable

to lock night in the cries
of homeless sentient beings
dipping faces down unaware
of open windows as women laugh
furiously at sex-jokes chugging
cheap chalices of bitter wine

stigmata rusts in Christ’s hands as he
cries awake in the cruel light of day
-break the stone soundless lightning

shatters in the cell of a monk
dipping his pen in crimson ink
scratching Latin into throats
of priests and parishioners long
-ing for the golden tone of grace
to wash the years off their faces

flash of smoke gyrating thrusts
of choreographed lusts dominate
our souls hearing signs we create

spelling out the symbols with snap
-shots the judgment of pedestrians
becomes alive with what they hear
in their hearts wrestling with guards

the lunatic sings an orchestra blasts
a march sounds more like a mute nut
-cracker the sleeping audience breaks
their vigil with soft giggles the jaw

of the wooden soldier chomps smiling
the general stands with his thumb to
-ward the sky a horse bristles below
a cold whip plastic-dummies incinerate
in deserted deserts whistling sands…