Long Viscera Poems

As I pivot to confront my offspring, I anticipate the sight of terror etched in their innocent eyes, a reflected horror that would mirror the abyssal darkness that has long resided within me.

Instead, I am...

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"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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I always said tether to the void
Not any idealistic reason or choice
Now suspended I know why I’ve been devoid
Because how can one speak with an inside voice
Where no one can hear you outside yourself
Dawn of...

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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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In the cartographies merger with the soul,
where topographies bring thought converge,
a hidden rose blooms,
its petals unfolding,
like a cipher's dark emerge,
thorns burst contradiction piercing the hymen with certitude,
as the benthic depths,
a chthonic whisper,
exhale the secrets unsaid...

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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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From the chthonic chasm, I materialize in sarcophagus
Spectral filaments of the netherworld
Spiral in a maelstrom around my silhouette
Osseous structures fracture contort
I ascend from the fecund terra firma
A cadaverous marionette oscillates in a morbid gavotte
Sole rhapsodic...

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Tempest is brewing the bridge overhead,
sways the strands of titanium on pillars of stone,
dusted in my fists like onyx beneath gold.

Crows circle the lonely woman in the desert,
as she crumbles they make quick like piranhas,
cadaver...

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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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(A flower in my garden)
Beautiful to the naked eye, yet growing at the expense of tears, From a fountain of overdue languish, watering down the seeds of regret.
Surprisingly, the passion to garden these flowers, a...

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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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In the tenebrous, xenial realm of the lake, where human cadavers oscillate, suspended by verdigris chains, a lamia of unholy provenance, orchestrates a gambits cavalcade.

Each mortal she ensnares, a lugubrious, ghoulish spectacle unfolds, as if...

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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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Zombie-Let’s think about this logically you only have 2 choices
Number one I eat you or you run and are torn apart by a group of us
Hi I’m Brian…wait was formally Brian deceased

Victim-I could get away…Brian...

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