Posts Tagged ‘mystery’

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I’ve built my life on triptamine

Cut the grass of consequence

Never sucked on the nipples of satisfaction

Though I’ve dreamed of putting my head in your lap

 

I’ve been to pagan places

I’ve mutated through my muse

I’ve taken life more pleasantly

And dreamt of kissing you full on the mouth

 

I’ve frenzied in halls of confusion

I’ve danced with whores in dodgy bars

I’ve wanted to tell you how beautiful you are

Then retreated into my insignificant musings

 

I’ve cuddled lovely piggies

I’ve fondled my gonads in desperation

I’ve thought of you and dreamt of coitus

And longed for the holiness of romance

 

But it’s all illusion

The wishing, the dreaming, the frenzy of excitement

A boondoggle, a mystery, a dense malfestation

I know you’re with me as I try to strain love from light

 

 

 

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Corpse flower
Flagrant bloom
Stench of fester
Cadaver charisma
Sets flies buzzing
And maggots oozing
Like treacle or THC through my brain
Am I insane
To love your perfections
To love the idea of your stench
Shit-flower, death-flower, cock flower
Some love roses, some love sunflowers
But your dark mysteries churn my heart
Like an electric shock
Corpse flower
With your deep red inflorescence
You turn stomachs and bring forth vomit
In human beings
Deep from the brain-stem
You draw the flies and beetles
Decay feeders
Coprophiles

Titan arum
Amorphophallus Titanum
Penis of the plant world
So rare, so fleeting bursting bloom
Your name means gigantic misshapen dick
Proof botanists have a sense of humour
And you do kind of look like one
Bunga Bangkai-
Your name sounds rude in Indonesian too
Even deep in the rainforests of Sumatra
Where you lurk
Waiting to get it on with the flies

Aliens

Posted: July 13, 2014 in poetry
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I call on the stars with my jack-weasel mind, rail against them with my pistol emotions,
The stars do not reply.
Is there a gesticulating someone out there wishing and dreaming back at me?
Constructing metaphors, wondering if I’m out there, pondering back at him.
The whole vast blanket of the night-sky stretches out for light-years, and contains infinite mysteries.
I am just one of them- it sets my heart afire with possibilities:
Will they ever come to visit? Have the already arrived?
Will they implant alien technology in us to control our thoughts?
Do they want to anal probe us and have kinky sex with us?
Who can know?