Poetry Attempt: Pure Subconscious Sludge

 

Incurable

Music untuned and unbroken 

Radiating wasted away notes, muttering

Incoherent metallic pings

Involuntary guttural release of porous words

Barbed around flicking severed tongues.

Wind up the homicidal synthesizer

Screams of engorged beetles whine and hiss

Through gnawed-at wires of skin

Black tar seeps out of crucified speakers

A suffocating carol of flayed voices

Passing forward desperate psalms 

In the face of atomic suicide,

Civilized decay

Sirens shrieking through holes in corpses

Folding and spinning inside out

Pilling their innards in bedlam

All indifferent to children’s limbs 

Cluttered within our walls. 

Violin strings tied in a noose

Around angels’ slashed necks 

Violently fucking between decomposing piano keys

A twisted pain 

Vibrating tooth

Out breeds a staircase to milky napalm clouds 

Stitched step-by-step with flapping brain stems 

Forced out of bloated still-births

Welcoming all

To the living end. 

Seraphim shaped boy-child 

Digging degloved hands 

Through fields of used needles

Dragging behind infected, malignant clots

Cascading out of your radiated hairline.

Where to look first, I can’t find you at all. 

Rapidly, the chainsaw symphony 

Floods our cancerous lungs

After-birth drenched fingers bend in all directions

Faces turn to puddy and slime

All far past apathy, nothing is malleable 

Everything is impenetrable

All unable to see, or even care, 

The crawling chaos, the blackened singing 

Compost heap of rancid remains 

And  pods of diseased mating slugs

Growing out of all of us.

Life’s veering on the edge 

Of an empty prescription

Grin and wince, swallow it all away

There’s nothing but poisoned licorice 

And nights of electric insects

Manifesting from bullet holes

Severing me from you. 

[Happy birthday once more to

The wailing, limbless 

Mound of wounded writhing meat,

Coiled up in tears on the soiled hospital bed,

A child to our governing cosmos.]

Flowing, liquidy torture 

Waits between her refugee legs

Her head wheezing for air, wrapped around dirtied 

Gummed-up garbage bags

Even though there’s a cut-out slit

For her new, cast-on smile. 

An already scarred body, 

Lined with new stigmata inventions

And redefined limits of modification

A surging knot for each unwanted memory

Each ruptured open, overflowing with 

Star-speckled light. 

Cold and unfeeling,

Entering her with barbituates manifesting in his tears

And great surgical staples crisscrossed

Against his mucousy back

A vibrating, featureless head towers over her

Calloused up with decades 

Of used scar tissue

Hearts clawing at each other out from 

Inverted ribcages held together by twine 

And dog hairs,

Attempted shared destruction 

Creating delirious scrapyard music

Unending RIVERZ of moaning blood 

Singing the grim oblivion.

As they thrust further into the pit

Their limbs disintegrate into each other 

Faces heavily lashed and dripping 

From his forming mouth to hers

Suffocation of existence passing 

And growing between their slicked legs. 

His doomed light pours 

Out of her moaning mouth 

Drawing them, sucking them into 

Inescapable slaughtering time 

And bleached skulls 

Drumming to THE END.

I laid out the apocalyptic tapestry before you,

Long before our starcrossed coupling

And ill-fated demise,

You crumbled before it 

Spat me out 

Blamed me for it all. 

Since been left to brave the torrent of 

A perpetually collapsing world

Alone. 

Yet I still plead for you,

If somehow you can hear me, 

To EAT WHAT’S LEFT OF MY FLESH,

All that I have yet to lacerate, 

The last chance I have to finally conquer

This endless plaque 

Of growing NUMBNESS. 

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