angry locust mountain, featuring: 3 channel tv and a stain-free suicide

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ANGRY HISSING STATIC

HSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

click

CHANNEL 1:
dancing lights
motionless clouds
a black and sinister
river
extending its tendrils,
upending granite sinew,
river, river, river,
rivulets in my flesh,
cold like frozen midnight ice
a river, a serpent,
taking flight
a knife,
serrated edges
merciless
silent steel sociopath
a knife
thrust into a ribcage
again and again,
blood drains,
a human
turns into
a corpse
on the sidewalk.

smoke
trailing out,
escaping
from the barrel of a gun
from the burning tip
of a cigarette
a charcoal fireplace
miniature sun,
the tip of a cigarette
withering away
into nothing,
escaping
constraints
of the physical forms
as cancerous fumes
-- mass-produced
smog-swathed butterfly
skateboards of death.

motionless clouds,
dancing streetlights,
dancing clouds,
emotionless streetlights
a storm's brewing
thunder BOOMING
blackened nimbus looming
thunder rolling
like a staccato
marble
rockslide
clack clack clack
RRrrRrrrRRR
pyroclastic avalanche

dancing clouds
motionless streetlights,
emotionless streetlights,
scarab beetle knife
guts the bleeding
hairy black-boar belly
guts slopping out
like maggots
in minced-beef
glistening guts,
scarab beetle knife
still inside the green
and purple and sugary
humming bird heart,
slushie blue like molten tar
linoleum swamps simmering
boiling, boiling,
whistling mercury
metal kettle murderer
no
the kettle's
is whistling
the factory shift is now over
the train is now departing
steam is escaping through
a very small hole,
scraping and screaming
against serrated
openings in
skin-melting pipework.

i painted a
crab on my face
in the mirror
with the blood
of my unknowable enemy
i'm finger painting
martian gingerbread landscapes
with the blood
of my unknowable enemy
i'm sinking into
an ornate white
bathtub
filled with the
dark, thick,
crimson wine,
congealing, coagulating
sharp-scented
and sharp-tasting
grotesquely red
blood of my unknowable enemy

sharp machete,
here's my long arm
outstretched
and my palm
seems infinitely far
away from my face.
here's the my other arm,
holding the machete
high
above my other arm,
the one with the palm
that's very
far away,

i am a cruel and vicious
construction crane
armed with a
comet-tailed
wrecking ball
i am a decrepit,
crumbling
vulnerable building
that's about to cut
off its own arm with
a sharpened machete
slice

OWIE OWIE OWIE

THAT'S
AN ALLIGATOR ASSAULT
FROM THE FEATHERED
COBRA PHARAOH
NOW IT CURLS INTO
METATRON'S
SEVENTY TWO
CADILAC
BLUE AND BLACK
LONELY,
LONELY,
FRIDAY NIGHTS
IN ARABIAN
SUMMERTIME SADNESS

WIP OUT THE WEED
ROLL UP A BLUNT
GET HIGH
'CAUSE YOU'RE LOW
SEE HOW FAR
YOU CAN GO
UNTIL YOU
DIE AND DREAM
FOREVER

BUT FOR NOW
YOU'RE JUST
STONED,
SPRAWLED ACROSS
A SOFA
IN THE MIDDLE
OF THE NIGHT
IN THE
SOLID DARKNESS
OF THE ROOM
THE ONLY LIGHT
IS THE TV
COLOURS AND SHAPES
AND ALL SORTS
OF VOICES
TRENDY VAPOURWAVE
TUNES PLAYING
IN THE BACKGROUND
OH
HOW YOU WISH
YOU WEREN'T
empty, tired, useless,
all alone in this
wide wide world
lost all interest
lost all feeling
lost it all
and there's no
hope
no hope at all
i wish i'd never
wake up
from my dreams,

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