Song 1
Death of a futurist
We
died my friend
The
other day…
The
future’s dying
Everyday…
Begged
of mother
Put
a scepter in our veins…
We
gazed at stars
Vaginas
were killed…
We
lie, I die
Without
befuddled aims…
Stealing
love’s gowns
Wailing
with clowns…
We
tear our friends
We
found in losses…
We
say we love
We
say we’ll die…
We
name ourselves
Claiming
heaven our own…
With
other’s promise
Scaling
blind for scores …
We’ve
come undone, yes
The
blessed in debt the young…
Gods
shutting ears
With
sales of fire…
We
dreamt our life beyond the womb
Inside
his leaky lair…
Ghostly
trances being our wound
Never
here together and cold...
Can’t
claim bonds of the soul
We
are all daughters...
Bulging
Sudan
Summer
pays the gunman...
With
gold teething heirs
Skeletons
of fables badged in motley flags...
Applauding
blood in stables of luck’s mutants
Is the
next Day...
Did
we ask our fathers
About
god’s bleeding asshole…
About
how it’s churning
Slave-beacons
without souls…
Traverse
these thorn planes
Soldiers
exiting the game…
Asking
of mothers
Does
birth rub off the shame…
Song 2
Trudge on a concrete
sea
Captain
of the sun-ship
On
the horizon’s blade,
Tears
a cigarette from his ghost-lip….
Thunder’s
renown for rain tearing the gory sea;
The
storm nigh.
Lazarus
wing-flaps his tongue in archangel tones;
Commands
of caution carousing the chambers…
Over
the vast pond in silent reflection…
Oarsmen
returning from landscapes of insobriety,
As
of last night…when the ship had burned a hole in its belly.
Every
strength held
Marbled
ligaments unclamping war when he imploded his heart…
Calling
out to the sea’s pits,
Unto
his son’s sleep, and
Other
bait taken in impeccable chivalry.
The
murky waves were writhing;
For
they’d swallowed a sarcophagus of other heels…
Those
that treaded the underworld.
This
wreck…now a morgue of dreams, cramped other
Demon
strata wailing at their innocence…
Glib-gab before saying goodbye to his tomb, and
The
captain crucifies his deck with fire…
Snares
with his rear eye unto the maw;
Gulls
towering above - the stark band behind the sail
Awaiting
patiently
The
hour of death’s birth.
Lazarus
cringing
A
stallion and serpent at horns.
Light
charring his veins – furious lightning
The
panic of darkness;
The
waves crashing…
The
sea swallowing more wounds
As
panic snaked in the eyes of those who survived.
Salts
of muscle molten,
The
wash of a rising water cliff;
Panic
for the wounded and
Every
breath wormed out of alarm.
No
light,
Just
odors of composure
On
the ghost ship, the curtain of souls rent by the rough
And
flirting with disaster…
Zadkiel’s
drowned sarcophagus with deaf faces
Staring
at scabs leeched on the captain’s forehead.
He
was blinded by steel blood;
Tyranny
his soul’s immaculate reward.
To
his wife a ballad he hums –
The
sun-ship drowning with wrecked skeletons…
In
the corners of their eyes, the reaches of death’s fright.
This
womb’s night never ceases –
The
work of age calling his children to his fore-brow.
Faith
was hanging on a tree –
He
hummed, as shadows cleaved fangs into the corpses of his oarsmen.
Why
watch this with sulphur in the yes?
Longer
with wet breath writhing in inner currents of hatred –
A
hatred for the self
Who
loved so that loss would leave a swine’s lick
On
his blizzard sores.
He
recalls himself skinned out of his mother –
The
seeds he threw into the ocean, and
The
lure of death by water…
He
assassinated his eyes on this platform of the sun-less…
A
heap of rope laying sordid upon a block of wood.
His
monsters cannot sleep,
Under
solemn stars in travail when light was with others…
Descending
through the tempest of his imagining.
Lazarus sends records through his pacing eyes –
To
drowsy lovers and dwarfed hearts with scum as their ware.
The
stern rising settling the pinnacle hold…
The
sea not listening to the passing of a drone.
Death
tempting the night,
Arms
naughted in harm of seeking air.
Some
fall of wills upon the stormy sea…
The
web over a wreck, thundered as
A
captain folds dying without a love of ends.
Electric
storm whipping the illusive day over the clime of roars…
Tundra
looming as no safe lands,
Just
wild, calm confident of any approach.
Passing
time of wretched laments
Bagged
with light he fathomed tunneled –
A
shaft of turbulence –
Fueled
by soul-struggles that untangle themselves from the metal.
He
whispers love’s final sigh unto an estranged life -
A
leper messiah with bleeding claws at his ankles.
Friends
drank to his death elsewhere,
He
kept the hope…
Devil
Company when stupor would be roused…
A
magician’s ray leaving twinkles on shrubs of his cowered mind.
He
sees light outside his bones
Further
retreating from the speed of a sink…
Time
waiting in the deep; many-tongued despair of
Sea-weed
ghosts camouflaged in the shimmer of other shells…
What
rosy fish in his sockets?
At
worship posture rippling with beads of vapor…
He
was held up in this abyss,
Paddled
with forgotten trunks that dealt with the god of water
In
the burrows of a tirade mystery.
Song 3
For Meek Love
(A song)
In
our bedroom
Alone
With
friends
Behind
the fence of escape
I
stand
Shred
my skin to pull through the knot-hole
And
forgive loving me.
I
hang your sheets on my soul
All
wired up
Shrunk
to a needle’s eye
Blow
a candle for a kiss
At
the edge of a hurt when
Time’s
deathly creep is burning my throat.
A
heart eroding roses
Heavy
glass
Married
to a fossil life
Fastened
to a pearl of lies
Substrate
calls to ricochet with new demises
Un-allowed
to defy false kids
A
rough lover who
Wrecks
lungs with mouth-wars.
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