Posts Tagged ‘fangs’

the-flame

 

Closing in

Fanged delusions cavort through consciousness

Viper-tongued ladies with dreams bursting fire

Wasted thoughts wending their way out from the id like fireflies out of a vortex

Stinking conceptions corruptly metastasizing all over the mind

Cancerous growth of fetid paranoia unto recurring patterns of depravity

All spiking and stabbing into possible happiness till I drown in pessimism

Closing in

Nuclear violence from North Korea lights up a possible earth

Crazy shit as usual from Trump blazing orange fury tweets

Accusers and haters surround me in a circle of derision

Closing in

Like a gigantic squeezing fist

Chaos and corruption from government cronies

Poverty encroaching everywhere virally

Neocon-Nut-jobs rattling racism like castanets

Closing in

Like gangrene up a limb by increments

 

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Cassandra1

 

If you could see all horrible moments of the future

But no-one believed you

Would you go jitter-bug loopy?

Would you gibber ironically in frigid moonlight?

Bug shot and boasting tomorrow’s lotto results

Oh Cassandra princess of Troy

She sees the vigorous destruction of the city

Perfect prophetess

Luring Apollo with your milky breasts

Spurning a god

He curses fire and

Mind like a whole ward of twisted wreckage

Hiding in the temple of Athena

Kidnapped by Ajax

Detritus detritus he comes for her at night

With claws and fangs and a phantasmagoria of emotion

Everything mapped out iterating and reiterating

Frustrated beyond coherence

Tripped out over and rotting

Flipped past lover Agamemnon

Paired slaying as a concubine

Lost in yet to be

beast

Write on me what you will

Project your delusions all over my silly face

Tattoo cryptic letters on my body

Story me, stereotype me

Classify me, pattern me

Codify me, categorize me

Garrot me, perforate me

While centrelink waits to crunch my bones

Like the beast rising from the sea in the apocalypse

Soon I will feel it’s fangs in my flesh

bosch

Under a sky of lead and fire
Naked people writhing impaled
Or hacked to chunks
Terrified, tormented
Their bestial screams echo and blend
Flesh bleeds and spasms
Stench of despair and sulphur
Demons forked and foul organize the torture
And giggle at the pain of the damned
Fire and whirling lava lakes
Body on body tortured beyond sanity
Dogs of hell loose and biting
Rats, snakes and scorpions set free to feed from inside out
Bodily orifices pierced with sharp objects
Pain and madness intensifying
Hell’s doors are locked from the inside
But the suffering never ends

 

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