Failed Poetry Attempt: Strange, Nightmarish Necrophilaic Nonsense
I'm extremely tired and fading out of my meager existence. Nothing works at all. Here is a strange, nonsensical, and extremely poorly written poem that was born from a dream, from a fevered vision in the disgusting, damaging daylight. Speeding down the highway, I only ever hope for a violent crash to mangle my body beyond recognition. Perhaps I wish to pour all of this self-hatred and perpetual discomfort in the inescapable reality of existing as myself into an empty, unsuspected vessel. Maybe that's partly what this poem is about. Maybe it's partly about trying my best to maintain my weakening grasp on the few things and people in my life I have truly loved, even if it only causes more mutual pain and mental decay. I don't know. I wouldn't read this one if I were you.
Get Rid of the Body
I woke up outside myself
Twisted inside a skinned pocket of earth
Vomit glued to my arms
Flecks of pestilence trapped inside
Streaked with rainbow trackmarks
Untanned scars
And a year poisoned
With the gradually collapsing sun.
Skin graft from the graying forest
Lines of drunken nurses
Animal bones stitched between their smiles
Dance and drag me under
Swarms of flies the size of decapitated cherubs
Buzzing around scattered chunks
Of my previous body
Left tangled in the trees.
All murdered children gather
Blight of summer shining in their hair
Forming a crooked caravan cavalcade
Pulling my sleeping, weighted corpse
Down the abandoned wooded freeway
Emptied like the bowels of the dead
All splayed out in front of my skinned, incinerated
Head of scabs
Bisected and vacant
Nowhere to go, no voices accompanying now
Finally…peace
In the fleshy remains of organ harvest storms
Spilling from an acid-fueled eye
Dislodged and weeping in the nuclear sky.
Silence. A gleaming smile of broken teeth
Falling out from my crown of twigs and gauze
Wind crying in feedback
An unwelcomed promise of a new day
Then, the pain came.
Swelling, incomprehensible heat
Dragonflies cascading around astral artillery
Avenging rains possessed with a philosophy
Of nonsensical, ceaseless annihilation
Two-lane blacktop boils over
Consuming all road kill sharing my name
And foliage screaming to dust
Decorating the swirling tarpits
Lined with whirlpool faces of this lamentable abandoned lot
Choking on rancid heaps of mankind.
I’d shudder and blink if I still had eyelids.
Is that your voice? Wound tight around my bloodied tears
Amassing boundless anger
And an age of shadowed discontent
(It makes no sense)
Hatred flows forward
As I ram my car into the approaching procession
Hearse in flames, toppled over
My smoldering wreckage of disorder
Crackling metal, engine oil, and formaldehyde
Corpse staggers out, crucified with splinters and nails
I launch myself hungrily onto it
Surging rot into each other
Entangled on the burning, isolated side of the road
With the screams of hierophants
Exorcised from my rotten tongue
I dislocate the already slacked jaw,
Wipe and suck away
All post-mortem makeup away
With my loving spit
Lurching above it, I puke forceful torrents
Of cigarette smoke and blackened, cancerous bile
Down the exhumed throat
Into the empty body
Filling the lifeless thing with my infected existence
Until it’s overflowing
And forcefully transformed
To look just like me.
My whole life actualized in order
To destroy this whole pathetic
Wasteland visage.
Now you’re propped up in the corner of my room
With the swarm of butterflies
I planted into your eyes
There’s no circulation, but I feel
Every beat of your porcelain heart
All raging throughout my broken sleep
Waking up, I kiss your fractured wings
And flay myself to weeping, aching bits
In your rigid shadowy light
Atrophied breath attracts
Under slotted moonbeams carving through the windows
I know it’s you underneath
That embalmed facade
Tremulous and laughing,
I feel the corpse of my loves
Pull and invert me
Fabrics can’t hold in the pooling decomp
I know what you are
I know what I’ve done
But I still can’t wait
To join you in the end.
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