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
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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