Explosion

An older poem. This was the poem that inspired Unborn In The Storm Of Emotion.

Embrace vacancy

Schizophrenia messages menace a structured fluctuation

Entranced in emptiness

Decipher lifeless disenchanted anthem

Eliminating matriarchal reincarnation

Resolutions amusement

Alphabetical merry-go-round

Centre of the webbing

Capricorn midoclorians force my abortion

Mesmerized

Vultures starboard

Vulnerably dishonourable deeds

Revivified rivalry

Vile maniacal

Epicentre dimension

Syphon enlightenment

Everyone embodies lobotomized pieces of God’s psalm’s a sovereignty, of elegance, angelicas heavy metal skeletons settling serenity in endless eternity, merging imperviously the heartbeats into the soul of ethanol celestials, like a leaf falling from the first tree, like God’s being blemishing the canvas ravaging a fantasy, mantling a cavernous maverick, a fountain of dreams, a mountainous sea calculating the mainland, drowning in the callouses of being, besieged underwater-ways that shape the clay man-made, into his apocalypse, shaded by the faith of his own mayhem, misanthropic in our profits, hungry esophagus, throttling the lot of us in the playpen, pig’s with rockets and napalm in our eye sockets erasing nature raped in the palms, the very hands that bomb these lands, until the end, here to stay but never meant to belong

The vestige of a message of my society, a vessel orchestral, methodical in its molecules, gone

I will not be ground down this life; I come in prewrapped slices, the raptured pathogens of my own mathematical devices, devise my own cyphers, decipher my own writing, writhing worm purging the clergies relentless independent of the fissures, my own witch and wizard, I write stone pitchers, the liquid my colour strumming the undertone of my pictures, disfigured as I wiggle my dick indignity, a figment of Sigmund Freud in the voice of my thyroid, devoid of solar noise, deployed decoy, spoken like an explosion

 

Author's Note

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