Man In The Radiator

  Exposed and Dismantled  An unnatural habitation Botched, discolored sideshow surgery Pitifully deserted  Coiled wrongly in a blood pocket  In between broken ribs, The hum of electronic sutures,  Organic instruments of personal dissection Pluck away at the necrotic nerve endings Once binding us together, In anxious recoil, they shrivel and shrink Like a long-gone wilted flower Curved dead petals blanket the encroaching isolation  Dissolving into dried flecks Of menstrual dust  And strained, ivy-covered muscles Snaking together and opening us up To willingly drink your disease Harvesting in my spliced open gut Stilted, heavy August air runs ablaze  With ugly echoes Of the familiar saccharine cry for help  That once escaped  Out the throat we shared.  We were the architects of our fate, A writhing union bringing forth  False Satori, How long did I spend face-to-face With the bitter end?  All so far removed,  A begging ...

  Insignificance I am untangling my Armageddon I am falling through space  With arms outstretched as a suffering mockery  Of directionless martyrdom I am the celestial smoke stacks  Billowing out in flesh-pink tufts  Riddled with shifting geometry  And writhing veins  Imploding in on itself  Shearing my skin down to the bone.  I am not my remains  Biological metallic instruments  Hidden underneath my structure, torn away  Directing hatred A blossoming bramble of gritted teeth  And violated doll heads Rising out from stolen burial plots  As I approach my collision, The stars yawn  Earth pitifully opens up  There is no finality That I would be worthy of.  I am the death of my father He is his own undoing I am the birthing in reverse Lungs drowning  In expired amniotic fluids  Muscles tightened to the brink of eruption Sliding the primordial scalpel, Long since rusted and dulled, Through the pock...