Posts Tagged ‘tree’

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Last time I stopped taking my antipsychotics

I felt a bit weird and anxious

And started getting obsessed with the rantings of pick-up artists on the internet

I was convinced by their bullshit that I could emulate an Alpha male

I tried picking up every woman I met

And got progressively crazier every day

Antipsychotics make me fat but they also keep me sane

Toxic masculinity belted through my veins

My pores oozed fuck juice

Not a good situation

So I went back on my medication

And started to mellow out a bit

Now I think about beautiful women all the time

But I can control my impulses

christ
Twist a string of beads
Around a witch’s waist
Build a crappy tent of bulbous bones
Against the rabid rain

Which pelts poison in your brain
And soon drives you electrically insane
Nerve toxins in the neurons
Birthing paralytic rictus
And quasi simian spasticity

Beat a rubber eel upon a warlock’s wobbly bits
Signify a morbid mountain of madness
Spit upon the surfaces of suppurating melancholy
Dance into the crack within the nothing
Like a stoned fool on smack
They’ll never want you back
Until all is black as boots and empty

Taste a poxy potion of hallucinatory mushrooms
See Christ crucified with the head of a Beast
See the many horns and eyes of the beast
See the real Christ crucified in pulsating pain
See the wood of the cross multiplying across Europe
See the Shroud of Tourin photocopying a saviour
See Christ crucified on every tree
And every tree a Bible
See towering cathedrals of light hidden from mortal retinas
Fractal kaleidoscopic sun structures of infinite intricacy
Bedazzling and befuddling desperately then
Faces without eyes emerge from the void
Like fungus growing from a corpse

Flashes of spark-light phosphorescence against the windows of the skull
Mad carousing reptiles wrap their bodies around a totem pole
Wood hacked to grinning skulls piled to heaven vertical
Fire flickers and the children of light dance their circle
Drums beat a rumbling rhythm that hypnotizes
Summoning old Spirits to bring in a new age

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

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I was walking alone through red dirt in the vast Kimberley region of Western Australia
The sun beat down on me as if softening me up for death with a meat hammer
I was so thirsty that my tongue was beginning to stick to the top of my mouth
I was worried as I had not seen a road for ages, and was wandering in spirals
Suddenly he stepped out from behind a eucalyptus tree
He wore a long coat despite the heat, and various mugs and tools were tied to the coat
On his head a battered old hat
And his eyes were like burning blue coals
He smiled and said ‘Don’t be afraid- what are you doing out here?’
I told him I was lost and thirsty
He said- “I’ll show you how to find water’.
“You just look for a good tree then dig to the roots’
He dug down about 2 feet with a little spade he pulled out of a pocket in his coat
And there was water—we both drank
Then he grabbed a few rocks and set up a fireplace
He said- ‘Leave these rocks here for the next bloke, that’s the Swagman’s code’
He gathered together some twigs and rubbed two sticks together to start the fire
He tried to show me how to do it, but I couldn’t work out the trick
‘I didn’t like the city, so when I was eighteen I left for the bush, and I’ve been wandering around here for near fifty years’ he said
‘I’ll never regret it, the bush is in my blood’
‘The blackfellas taught me how to survive, amazing people- they’ve been doing this for fifty thousand years’
‘Some fellas come out here and have no idea because they don’t learn from the blackfellas. Those fellas die.’
He told me how to get back to the road then disappeared behind a tree.
Once again there was silence with an insect buzz
A real Swagman.

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Blue Poles by Jackson Pollock

Pass into the twilight with no pain
Don’t show your wounds to all the flagrant girls
The world will yield excitement to your brain
So oceans open up and give their pearls

Pass within the twilight for no gain
And raise your wounds with all who can perceive
The melancholic meaning becomes strained
A testament to all who would believe

Pass the thread of twilight through your brain
And spend yourself against a boab tree
The rubbish men are coming round again
Your womanly ways are heavenly to me

boab
Buried love, soul meat under the Boab tree:
Mental wire, capacitors and resistors filled with the electrical charge of life,
And under the mutant sea the malevolent crabs do their sacred dance.
Hype and hyperbole surround the true children of God,
For their fingers are the stories of their succulent lives,
And their arms are the rod of truth.

Buried love, soul meat under the Boab tree:
The tendrils of love are draped around your wonderful hourglass frame.
Your breasts are the true fruit of the fecundity of nature.
Your lips are sweetest honey-comb and send me reeling through alternative dimensions of being.
Your words feed me luscious manna from a purely benevolent heaven.

Buried love, soul meat under the Boab tree:
I sing the windswept leaves as they float about the trees,
I sing festering marrow seeping through bone,
I sing the mad ecstasy of being loved by an inscrutable lady,
I sing the particular pain of being alone.