After the Antichrist’s Introduction

the pied piper plays sinful tones widely wavering
across open prairies manifesting destiny reaping
nightmares starring skulls hovering above fires
reflecting dances drunk on earth’s exotic blood…

flooding the dreams of a young man Indians stare
far into the burning horizon being consumed by blue…

a young woman’s hips sway as the ground grumbles
a volcano vomits vicious streams of red carnage…

Romans nail a bleeding carpenter to a wooden cross
the sky darkens … gathering tears … hearing his cry…

a father laughs as his son is beaten and robbed
fighting for freedom straining to be acknowledged…

in a cracking room, centuries of visions amalgamate
shaping the river incapable of forgetting reflections
climbing sunrays approaching the unutterable language
awaiting the fluent heart capable of reciting its tongue…

In the Illuminated Distance

I

the eyes of an abandoned child darken the winter daylight
a chill drifts across the sealed chambers of an old mansion
at the end of a vast hall new shadows pace stretching sky-
ward as echoing memories leak from the walls deteriorating

hateful words color a poet’s mind dark as blood flooding cries
leaking supernatural torments sharp as fear choking daydreams
slowly sinking toward the ancient realms of night anticipating
the howl of primitive spirits intoxicating sleep arousing snakes

II

the anteroom and the bridegroom
leavened deeds surround stretching
breeding the yeast feeding the beast…

underneath buzzing fluorescent eyes
doctors with convex expressions eye
the icy body seeking earth’s womb…

As Each Year Dies

quaking ghosts depreciate further mysteries dawning in the celebratory eye of the feast bone meat ash as strangers reflect glances … emotions pile upon each other until the black-hole beams multicolored dreams commencing eternity beginning lost as blindfolded prisoners of war…

the fading modern city the rising yeast of an empire pyres in the imagination billow throughout lands parched as mummified screams…

the prophet and the idiot collide in the mind of a poet as Arabian gusts of calligraphy calibrate vessels engaging interlocking screens and the sun belts splashing amnesia fermenting blackness and birth…

channeling the portent is a struggle without bestial trepidation cries the hidden hunger within hands of citizens and legions of unseen monsters…the trembling nightmare…

releases numb ghosts of an aging species seeking shelter inside the pupils of greed bleeding earth oceans flooding prophecies manifesting corpses…the ground recedes…

the bright chaos swirls airy bodies of indigenous rage
as the candlelit cathedral collapses within darkness
whispering as it disintegrates underneath the sun…

white space bleaches the mind
within a corporate haven laughing
voices of power-brokers break
the living silence of servitude…

the protests of generations smash mirrors and stare into reflections of polluted oceans
twisting their faces into sculptures of monstrous disgust running through crowded forests…

chilled skin reveals the breath of death growing colder
montages of deeds demonstrating demonic possession
seize sleepless midnights murmuring melting syllables
forming keys turning the locks of karma opening doors…

Behind Death Masks

Jaundiced words of misunderstood saints ossify…

Into the belly of Abaddon, we swim mindlessly,
Dissolving in acrimonious acids like old films

…the hiss within
…our minds like fecund prisons
…we await the nether-key

…sheik figureheads and shrieking infants
…inflicting and receiving terrible wounds
…suffering like lambs bathing in saliva

In mourning, morning resembles graying flesh
Afternoon casts shadows like the final disease
The animals cry never knowing they will die…

Bitter herbs choke throats of decaying poets
Drowning in corridors of their looping dreams
Etching masks enacting the play of active verbs…

Dionysus stares at Narcissus while pleasuring his third eye
Chem-trails form puffy grids across azure and sunny skies
Children grow within virtual worlds of endless excitement

Bees and birds die as bats and cats cry
For flies and flesh…piled high as lies…

The Rising Blood Tide Turns into a Tongue

Twisting into languid lightning lashing
Out of the deep rue of roiling rage rolling
Toward the apex of the lie imbued within
The angel’s centrifugal echo irradiating
The world in golden swaths of gilt right
Before the shadow in our soul opens its mind
And spills ripe spirits reaped from the vine …

A Divine Imperative

vomit demons through characters
and weave angels with syllables
remember to wonder through tundras
where blizzards and sand-storms roil
mandalas of abstract brilliance blaring
tones of time’s face melting without wit-
nesses stoic as stone surrounding rivers

Within a Weathered World

I

worms eat decay
as shades crackle
and resurrect wails…

in the glow of a sinister sun
inside our collective head
clinging to the living dead…

(empty theaters and churches
shelter spiders in silence)

II

an angel crumbles
like weathered stone
my heart cracks…

the warden draws
sketches of misery
smearing charcoal…

(in solitude a poet
drowns in hours)

 

Fatigued

on a hollow eve hallowed echoes envelop
all silent survivors huddling in exhaustion
tucked in apartments as sheets of dust accrue
sentences never uttered by those like you

and I have smothered the voice
using logic as a choice
ordering my soul to sleep
wrapped in darkness as lovers weep…

yawning princesses and sickly princes
build tarnishing coffers and eroding fences
as mothers shed tears of ephemeral joy
leaders treat every life like a toy

I drink the grit of time
counting everything as mine
I wish for a world of ears
to listen to the evaporated years…

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