Diminishing Integrity

the slow leaden gloom of a dark sun in a quiet after-
noon…the zenith of existence fades and ghostly spect-
rums intoxicate leaving remnants of revelation within
the sentient darkness of night…

wandering in a desert
a soul morphs
into an eagle and a snake…

the human stage is infinite
voices ablaze marking hours
and days disintegrating…

a startled eye beams like a sun
in an uncharted galaxy…concentrating
its atomic energy…the codes uncoil…

on a park bench
a bearded bum
screams at crows
flocking and dispersing…

In Amber Hued Dreams He Confessed

laughing like a father at a feast
of Easter (His eyes strangled replies)
His is a symphony of flies swarming rot

a wake in the cool bleeding of dusk
the rigid face of the deceased blushed
cheeks of his cold facade look alive
as tears of ghosts irrigate fields of time

strange in its garbled wound spoke
mental anemones bringing forth foam
to appease a hued medley of a mesa

hewn from sands of swirling sensation
hooking into the worn skin of a lone man
screaming obscenities toward memories

no orator can opine on this creature
eating the meat of his sentence sent
to all infections mating in the trance

A Bleeding Eye Portends Disease

after her tariff a hand shakes maracas
mascara trails smoky streaks of black
heart failure concrete echo winter’s snarl
imbued with slathered ice sheets of sadness
marketed smiles blanched ivory all
Beings monitored by Arachne threading
the web searched by blind engines
eyeing our eyes with consensual lies…

trembling gossamer narratives
screaming beyond windows
and walls barricading us
from obsidian skies
of dead stars burning…

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

A Draft Slams the Gate Shut

in the dusk of serpentine aloofness vast vibrations of strangers approach
dwellings constructed of ghosts and thoughts centered on Baphomet’s fur
bristling in the breeze of desert night frigid as liquid nitrogen spreading
the plague of creation and the reaping of rewards reflected in God’s blade
flashing in the dream dancing embers sprout desires praying alone crying