between the umbilicus of limbo, and the theater of cruelty the rational world remains a derelict void
welcome are hallucinations abolishing reason that give meaning to blood shot gazing walls beyond the limits of sanity where madness can not be opposed in a world of tug a war aberrations
a lyric breathed voice shoots through nerve membranes while marching an infantry of squat shadows and false memories that move like flames in a vacant lot of burning violets
she goes hungry
a snake head eats its tail in graves scattered voice and speechless tongues
arteries pulse vermillion naked and wanton waiting to be pierced for schitzo's release in a lyric of dreads desire
a tidal force lifts a dirigible of hell in a fountain of blood while Jesus has a cheeseburger
moonstruck in torn ******* a spreading bride dissolves hoop-armed around a formless shadow hallucinating her beloved killer foot stones kiss …. https://www.bing.com/videos/search?q=carl+jung&&view=detail&mid=19CC0D7663DBC03C91B219CC0D7663DBC03C91B2&&FORM=VDRVRV
It is not lost on me that the meaning of much that I write is not well understood. Some say if you have to explain a poem its failed. Id flip that around and say what of the readers responsibility to be culturally assimilated, familiar with surrealism and the writings of visionaries who constructed and promulgated altered realities some of which great movements of literature and culture are built upon, such as Artaud among many others who inspire the subject of my darkly exotic intersectional writings. Let it suffice to say then at the very least these poems are streams of conciousness that give expression through the relentlessly imposing or suggestive bizarre mental constructs of the mind unmoored by convention