Posts Tagged ‘abstract’

chicken

 

Darkest meat
Corpuscles
Rending flesh from bone
Blood simple expression
Like branches of branches of a tree, intricate
A witness
A wonder
Glazed with self-satisfaction
Ready to burst
Bent into suburban shapes
Curlicues in curlicues enhance fractal Zen mind expansion
Spiralling tornadoes of angst and ecstasy
How long
Till strange fat men in Hawaiian shirts are attractive to women
Till starlight galaxies spin immaculate through my neurons
Till death will be greeted with relief
Moments
Waterfall of time rolls down
Water transformed to blood
Corpuscles
Silence

Blood_Wall

In the killer’s mind
Tangible mass of
Revolver in hand
Weight of the moment
Moonlight like feathers
Blood-simple
Bone-pure
Her wet mouth a red O
Afraid to breathe
Wide-eyes surprise
Shock of Victimization
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Three bullets in her mother-fucking head
Cordite effusion
Blood splatter on a wall
Eyes still surprised
Sliding to the floor
Broken doll
Busted Barbie
Lifeless meat
Stench of blood and shit

sculpture

I’d love to make you a sculpture
With a blunt knife of love and a chisel of compassion
I’d love to make you a sculpture
With harridan hammer and mandrake mind
To speak into the inner room of your soul
Resembling a yawn from a hippo
Reimaging a flower with concrete petals
Resembling the lyre of Orpheus to symbolize triumph of love over death
Form, figure, fish-finger monolith from 2001

Or resembling nothing but alluding to everything
Abstract but oozing pathos
A 3-D polaroid of my heart’s longing
What do you think?
Would you like it to be edible?
Would we stand beside it?
Would you stare sensuously into my eyes and say:
‘I don’t get it’

flower

picture by Georgia O’Keefe

Cabalistic carbuncles fester in skin
Subtle essences impregnate the moment
Mental metal moribund musings
On existential angst
Dead density of weight
Of lonely love sinks
Eyes go white
No pupils
Fangs in flesh
Blood runs like water
Vaginas open like flowers
Flowers open like vaginas
Crackle of dried flesh
Skeletal schemes to steal Christmas
Broken traditions
Lugubrious laconic lies
To bamboozle and befuddle
Suburban minds
Thousands of people only doing their jobs
Making a meaning from endless ends
Absorbing mortgages that last forever
Here’s a yellow sticker on your car
Here’s a five hundred dollar fine
Here’s a dead dog full of maggots
Where’s the dope?

underwater

Five fathoms down she sprays into the wound
Thrice blessed by intimate hints of soul decay
Because she doesn’t even know the way
To crackle in the moonlight with no sound

Five fathoms down she spits upon the wound
The wound that wondered what to do on Wednesday
Blessed sentiment that seeped through cracks
And laid a holy woman on her back

Five fathoms down she spews into the wound
So poisoning oil will spread through festering flesh
And soon become entangled in a mesh
That whistles apathy with flagrant wind

Five fathoms down she stabs into the wound
Leaves green contusions all over the skull
Knocks down the trees that bend towards the dawn
Then sweeps into a dream of sex and sin

Five fathoms down she fists into the wound
Breathing skin and bestial wailing shrieks
Into misogynist ears of corpulent Lords
Who mutter, grumble, spit and play the chords
Of bigotry and bastardry abroad

Jism

Posted: June 5, 2015 in poetry
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slime
The eternal jism of your mandrake mind
Drips down the mirror of your brain like tooth-paste
Devouring all thought-submission
Perpetrating sexual mind-transmission

The eternal jism of your maddening mind
Soaks up the voices of pretty pixies on acid
Takes stakes in the game between thought and reality
Beats up the yolk of your decaying ego

The eternal jism of your magpie mind
Slides down wavers of consent
And drips glistening drops
Of hope on dizzy dream poppies
Awaiting your succulent satisfaction
As your ass trembles before the corpse of a lady

The eternal jism of your moribund mind
Lurks in mental toilet-cubicles absorbing graffiti emotions
Sucks on the sauce-weasel of self-contained satisfaction
Beats meat in the corridors of over-reaction

The eternal jism of your misanthropic mind
Trips out on mushrooms until it sees Mordor
Dissolves dust off a purple paisley collar
And waits for a hand-job in a Northbridge alley

The eternal jism of your meatball mind
Waits for of a woman with diamonds in her eyes
And life everlasting between her thighs
And when she doesn’t come lurks in despair
Attempts to expire while mentally impaired

The eternal jism of your megaton mind
Will not unite with suburban eggs
Longs for sun-kissed horizons beyond
Mere reproduction

Baby in a bucket

Posted: December 22, 2014 in poetry
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fishhook
I fucked up
A Baby in a bucket
Psychosis waits for my quiet moments
Please don’t go
A boneless baby in a bucket
Depression sucks me into bed and imprisons me for weeks
The Taliban in Pakistan shoots a hundred school children
Paranoid spider-webs of cause and effect
A mother stabs eight children to death in Cairns
Chaotic drunken stumbling through the transparent life of a mediocrity
Or is there more?
A boneless translucent baby in a bucket
Miasma of failure seeping from suicides
A friend of mine who took so much speed that he stayed up for two weeks then hung himself
So alone
It’s never enough.
Houses upon houses iterating and reiterating in infinite suburban tedium
You can buy a coat for your dog which simulates the feeling of a hug
Tip the boneless translucent baby out of the bucket
Will I touch it?
Does it live?
Fangs pierce my neck
Fish-hooks perforate my flesh

abstract
It is finished:
Flesh eggs hang pendulously.
Soul meat sandwiches for lunch.
Vegetable ambiguity.
Black, dried sphincters.
Chora of catacombs refracting,
Soul meat on the grill,
Smoking for punctuation.
Stench of recognition,
Repeating eternally,
Until the meat is cooked.
Now, we meditate in earth-light.
Celibate history.
Unsex me now through magic.
A pillow in the mouth.
I agree.
Don’t you?