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Prince of the tides
I
picture
carve
drip
tattoo
disinfect
my body
The shadowplay
dances
fluid
bleak-beautiful
sutures
breathe
I
encircle
swirl
unfurl
Blink.
Datura
unadulterated
wraps and winds
dense delirium
sets in
a million suns
melt
Centipedes
overlap
lock jaw
My sternum
bursts
Communion
commences
voices
noises
come from
within
from
Legion
Cain cowers
stained-soiled
primal
Blink.
L u c i f e r
The army whispers
In unison
Fall and rise
Asmodeus
devours
the flesh
of the virgins
Cymbals
Djembe
whoops
saturate
I
watch
feed
rue
drift
The dark matter
seeps
sizzles
light gets soaked
annihilated
without traces
Blink.
M. domestica
buzz
fleet
rotate
Beeljebub
whimpers
Life jumpstarts
Maggots
crawl
wriggle
writhe
over the
decadence
H. Flaviviridis
lurches
onto the widow skimmer
in obelisk posture
Blink.
The unsung hero
from necronomicon
hides in oblivion
behind the torn veil
the madrigal of bleats
of the decapitated
fuses-finds-follows
The void within
does not expand
It inscapes
like
Saturn engulfing his
progeny
Blink.
I am like
the Navajo painting
of a clear conscience
I blink-breathe-bleat
as Benjamin Spock
stares from the night stand
ready to cull
ready for the fall
Marat drowns in crimson
The howling grows
more muffled
Nolde’s masks
materialize and melt
Wendigos lurch overhead
celebrating the process
of systematic putrefaction
Grendel sniffs the air
The eyes glower
The hands flail
The spurts spread
I dethrone
the half rotten
from the iron maiden
from within
Malleus Maleficarum
I watch
Diodemes get consumed
by horses
Blink.
I close my eyes
and scurry thru
Fuseli’s nightmare
into
the unmoving malevolence
of the twins in
Hands resist him
I am the little boy
Eyeless-evil
and I expand
and keep growing
and morph into
Pogo-the-clown
I grin-guffaw-goad
at the layers diffused
(within)
Munch’s The Scream
I leave my scales
behind
Yellow billowing smoke
rises and permeates
the air
with the stench
of necrosis
My head finally
brushes against the roof
No pill-swill-chill
The one eyed koala bear
lies prostate
on the wooden box
The shavings
cobwebs
torn pages
alienate
the follicle
from
everything
A stone turns
hung-in-space
I am encumbered
A waste of space
Blink.
Published 6th Jan 2012
| Edited 7th Jan 2012
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6th Jan 2012 9:29pm
I was wondering why I liked this so much, until I realized you were the author, then everything made sense
6th Jan 2012 11:12pm
Matthew
Thank you as ever.
This was actually written
for the 'Monster' competition.
Was not very sure about it.
Makes me happy to see your seal.
Curtsy,
S'
Thank you as ever.
This was actually written
for the 'Monster' competition.
Was not very sure about it.
Makes me happy to see your seal.
Curtsy,
S'
6th Jan 2012 10:14pm
6th Jan 2012 11:13pm
Anonymous
- Edited 13th Sep 2018 6:45am
7th Jan 2012 7:54am
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7th Jan 2012 3:51pm
