Long Viscera Poems

"Laying open the soil is like a careful dissection and there is the same astonishment among the students at the orderly beauty of the organs, the harmony of how they rest against one another,
form to...

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Symphonic sirens serenade me from afar;
distinctive, delectable scents tickle and tantalise:
my senses awash with anticipation
as, finally, I lay eyes on my prey.

Slowly and surreptitiously,
I draw ever closer to my quarry.
Prancing and playing, oblivious to the...

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Irritatingly often unnecessarily compliant
to the whims of those about him
endlessly wordlessly wondering
about the many demented subjective qualities
of our ever present mammalian imperative via
a thought balloon filled with candy and bullets
that lingers menacingly overhead
announcing the death...

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Can any here recall my name?
Intoned by plenty years ago,
today I'd say but for a game
they play, not many here may know!

But here I stand and there you sit
and since we're comrades, more or less,
let's...

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Part Two


Older in age 
                    younger in growth

  still heeding   His Master’s Voice

...

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Upon the undulations of this world, viscera of wandering silk,
Subtle, and their glimmer passes through impoverished rhetorics and lingering questions,
My attempts to find answers dissolve in a soul that oscillates in silence,
Hoping in a nameless...

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Let my words bring on the darkness
May my words wrap you in shadow and scrape the inside of your skull
Scarring my beautifully sadistic scenarios on the inside of your braincase
Let my words coat you in...

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so, here at last, to stomp you thin
    are barbs to rip the scar-less skin
      now open wide and taste the guilt
  or better, one bound...

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GUTS and GAIN

When only hymns of old memoirs and faith starred,
as I lift my eyes, black! Blue is the sun and moon,
will shadows be my frown and sins my ground?
(Gone are the days of pleasure...

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EarthMother recirculates red
and dark blue blood,
through sacred veins
and springing arterials
of integrity's compassion

Healing
wounding segregated pathologies
of death avoidance
is not life gracefully danced

When we
together
see Alphas 
StraightWhiteMale dominant
through every space
in timeless now

Circulating Anthropocene
patho-atheistic parching Earth
in Alpha taste
and RightWing touch
and...

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‘Krasue’ 

(A woman’s head with viscera hanging down from her neck.
She paralyzes like ice-cold lightning).

Where will you be tonight when the moon is shut?
Woman hater, where will you be
when the womb of your soul is...

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Here we meet, a company
plucked randomly
from every shore to dine,
to gather from the mind's full store,
enriched, aware of all the particles, 
of spatial plain within, beyond— 
we meet as if to pull together  
this...

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‘Krasue’

A woman’s head with viscera hanging down from her neck.
She paralyzes like ice-cold lightning.

Where will you be tonight when the moon is shut?
Woman hater, where will you be
when the womb of your soul is shut...

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We set foot on dry grass at the cockcrow 
 of a nascent union. 
Cheek to cheek as Cupid towers 
over the rose inside my heart,
shooting arrows at a dyad draped in fire,
gliding through the...

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Unlearned, unfathomed, 
lurking in recesses of the mind,
they suddenly emerge... 
understandings that would not appear
in any yesterday, yet here they are,
a trick of consciousness,
ready to disclose new mysteries,
ideas and adventures
never thought about before.

But I must...

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Night I am cold, though viscera burning,
I have pierced on a spit my torso turning.
Supposedly decomposing, et cetera;
words as per usual, concerning;

Do suggest a plethora, array, of conjured synonyms. 
Inspire in me apathy, disinterest; 
say,...

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13/8/2009

Momma collect yourself
I cannot lead the way
Why,
what for?
I wasn't even there...
While I knew you
petrified became my part
The anger,
all hope and faith
began to dash away

Momma,
its you
My prequel to cliched tragedy
A vessel I'd cling to
gone now deserted;
crashing...

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The temporary altar, Translation of Etiemble’s quintet: Le reposoir by T. Wignesan
							For us

As for me, I have renounced the noxious vault
where the other life child concealed a father 
whom he had sometimes betrayed his mother
who...

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On razor-edges, Chinese windchimes tinkle and peel,
eclectic charges skip, crackling and white,
from synapse to synapse.
Neck muscles then cord, piano wire strained,
arched spine, gruesome human bow, neither arrow nor target;
spittle-flecked lips morph shades of Arctic blue,
glacial,...

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yes, I have ...

I've had them ...
those moments -
the deep, desperate, rare moments …
"straight-from-a-movie" moments of
romance and melancholy,
where the violins and
violas and cellos pull on your heart …
forlorn music, reaching down
into your viscera to yank...

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“Too sad,” they say as they turn away 
asking if I ever write anything happy
Aren’t poets told to write what they know
present to people pictures
painted with their words
of places most are too afraid to go
Should...

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oh, yes ...

yes, I have ...
I've had them ... those moments
the deep, desperate, rare moments ...
"straight-from-a-movie" moments
of romance and melancholy

where the violins and violas and
cellos pull on your heart ...
forlorn music reaching down into your...

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Concerto D'amor

Whenever I'm with you, 
Other things are amnesia. 
Every single moment with you, 
Suits decades in a catatonia. 

If you were Bermuda triangle, 
I'd often tread on the blast of shangri-la;
A picnic in the...

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PHANTASMAGORIA

If you don't like where you are..take a trip in your mind
Look in your brain's dark corners and see what you find
There are places a groaning board tempts with an epicurean delight
But the populace heads...

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My parents were both cut in two,
my mother head to torso, laterally bisected
into equal parts, my father cut slightly off center
into unequal parts, his heart bisected, his head intact.

My parents were cut in two, as...

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