Poetry Attempt: I don't know what I'm doing, but I never knew anyway.

 This exploded out of my subconscious in an irrevocably tangled mess of words that seemed to have no real meaning and no real purpose; just more nightmare nonsense to occupy my increasingly dulled mind through all of my gray and hollow days. Most of this was written while listening to The New Backwards by Coil - so perhaps that inspired some of this, or it could act as a good soundtrack to read through the uninspired puke I write. Not that any of this matters anyway, but I often like to be abundantly clear about what exactly inspires me...even though I am a meager worm in comparison to my artistic heroes. Anyway, not a single line in the below piece of writing makes any sense at all. I apologize in advance. 

Drone Circus

An immutable will,

Legions of sick crawl on bandaged wrists

From the cascading scrapyard of ghosts

Raging through defiled skies,

Unknowingly taking up their role 

As audience to sideshow mutilations 

And deformed,

Abnormal,

Cataclysmic copulations. 

Carrying their young encased in

Paralyzed porcelain,

The audience fails to make a sound

As the carny master bleeds 

Into their corrupting, melting mold

Of expired grease paint,

Casting monochromatic expressions 

Blurring in fits of seizures and 

Glitching dances of captivating

Body modifications. 

They spiral downwards from chains

Embedded and weaved through

Their badly tattooed chest.

Warbly drones liquify

Out from the acidic snowdrops 

Burning holes in throbbing circus tent,

Protruding with varicose veins,

Squirming with every audible lash 

Directed at the dangling carny’s back. 

Master twitches and writhes with 

A primeval urge to prove a semblance of existence,

Inked flesh violently snaps out

From frayed stitching 

Made from dead horse hair and 

Emulsifying semon flung from the crowd.

No one’s going to show,

When the audience finally opens

Their hypnotized, ether-filled eyelids

To see the candy-striped Siamese twins 

Laughing to the limits of lunacy 

At their operatic joint suicide,

Entombed in the ruptured womb

Of the slaughtered elephant 

Leaking bile in the center of 

The claustrophobic 

Maddening ring. 

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Frozen time 

Dripping from the tips of needles

Etching out the ceremonial cups

Passed amongst the crowd,

The frenzy grows - carny master spins once more

On their searing meathooks, reverses 

Their conjoined prisoners’

Mocking facade of flesh.

All a fraction of the old ceremony;

An eldritch birth induced by fear,

Celestial beasts descend 

On the isolated carnival

Surrounded by tangible wraiths 

Of backward music

Carving out worm-strewn fauna

Out of once erased,

Shadowed corners of space. 

Eternity brought down, 

Forcibly only to rot,

Amidst the violent rape

Planned by the fevered crowd,

A fiery, shattering prism of 

Humanity’s carnal shame. 

Come inside, there’s no exit

Anywhere. 

It’s only bound to get worse. 

Insatiable lust for transcendence

Heightens in conjoining membranes

Freakshow of sins,

A torrent of perversity 

Ripping its way through the congealing crowd

As scalped geeks and

Sloppily amputated dwarves 

Sing sweet little harmonizing 

Death rattles 

Soundtracking the bloodied 

Corruption of man.

A final echoing screech,

Throats all escaping inward

Into their convulsing neighbors 

Like gnarled, fleshy nesting dolls

Stuck in an act of devouring 

Every last sordid drop

Of humanity’s last call to depravity. 

Lovely little freakshow,

Outstretched, powdered necks

Snapping from swinging tightrope, 

Beckons an ongoing interpersonal apocalypse 

As they hover and circle widely

Around the freshly separated 

And newly born 

Nightmare Ring Leader -

The naked and halved carny master 

Robbed in cognizant sinew 

With breathing wounds of 

Mortal severance,

The other half lies 

Defenseless and weeping

In knotted 

Organ-strewn heaps,

Thrown in the chaos-manifesting crowd. 

Clogging the rolling calliope, 

Echoing in reverse,

With fragments of malformed

Swollen bones bent in impossible angles,

And microscopic needle-like teeth. 

Something new, 

Translucent, inexplicably bathed

In the mirrored uncanny,

Will churn out for the people,

The new calamitous race of men,

In order to channel all their 

Unendingly devoted passion 

For sexual destruction.

Placate infinitude with unnatural 

Conception of a new,

Corruptible, powerless 

Puppet god. 

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Illuminated by toxic twilight saliva

Coating the sanctified,

Inverted starlit,

Misfigured,

Aborted

Messiah,

The droning carnival freaks

With their atonal 

Guttural canary calls,

Sink further into the moaning pit 

Of rejected life.

On their way down,

They siphon out 

Each other’s painted eyes

With a slippery pluck 

And refill 

Their scabbed-over eyesockets 

With splintered candle wicks 

Ablaze with desperate, struggling orbs of flames

Dwindling and spewing ash

At the tip of their knotted nerve endings. 

There’s nothing left to do,

There’s nowhere left to go, 

Transformation incomplete,

Maternal ruins overflowing with 

Half-mutated stray children

In the wake of their parents devouring each other. 

I can’t wake up. 

Is there anyone left here 

Who can still see me? 

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