THE REALM (Egyptian Santa Clause)
(I)
behind a chicken wire fence
you promise never to repent
so they squeeze the sponge into your mouth
to take your feet up off the ground
when you befriend a purple cloud
who smiles and looks at you so proud
chanting slow, clear, and loud
"turn your name into a sound!"
(II)
remind yourself that you'll go mad
the thunder summons the image
as the mirror reflects the sound
and if all you pass along is breathing
and glowing fullness
the sound is full
the sound is one
(III)
I saw your time beams quiver and your turntables melt
I saw your sister in her Dionysian flavored safety
belt. She had me sweating tulip pedals in my beast
garage. She wrapped me around her tiger with the ease
of an Egyptian Santa Claus

PRIMORDIUM
in clusters, surfing on globules
deformed fruits of god's imperfection
i want sensation in my genitals
of quilts, hangers, bottles, and toys
of your construction
i want sex in my crotch
of the unreal and the emaciated
you may as well put lipstick on your lips cuz i'm
waiting for you to stitch me up
with threads of golden kisses the subjects will never
know
neon narcissus in pitch black rooms,
no stimulus
a feeding tube be glimpsed
construct a human with cylindrical grey features
Somewhere near any orgy of flesh covered pyramids…We
are perched on an alert and frightened carnivore.
Fragmenting season of breathing in microscopic
flowers.
Dehydrated succulents blessing the cyclical glands of
our hibernating hours.
My wounds are unhealed and beautiful tonight. The
gelatinous statues are all aglow. Sympathetic textures
collect my conscious…With liquefied villains running
down the side of a metallic precipice.
i'm not bleeding, i'm not breathing, there's no
ceiling, only feeling inside this crumbling shed
they are sighing, they are crying, denying unconfirmed
sightings; what has been sent
hungry life goo entering in through holes in your shoe
when you're not you on Christmas Eve
clandestine triumph, lone compliance, no reliance,
greeting the pious
generously condoned
BLACK MOUNTAIN
entwined
the torrid sheen
the green sprawl
the ever soaring heights
inscribed
a forbidden scream
the clarion call the regent's honor flight
fiery angel with 36 wings
and countless eyes
a mega moth circling
cloaked
in astral disgiuse
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black out my memory keep only my faculties
the ability to piss on a face with no conception of
sex and greed
a precognition
a different course
another trail to hike
prayer shawls adorning the trees
colored the ghosts in my mind
a skeleton procession
off in the distance
waving their torches
to the beat of a thousand drums
carried on the winds that howl
like sacred rattle snakes
rustling the scaling vines