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the epitome of nothings (a robuma collab)
Death do as you wish.
Paint the skies morphine black
Let a blinded artist collect
Falling stars on an evergreen palette.
in an existential cesspool
lay askew fractured black lotuses
(unheard of solid pastures
from jarring open mirage bubble)
of crushed widow~ necks
in latencies of chronic hemorrhagic
silently culling deaths- a boggy
pulldown burial betrayal... right
below their distorted thready feeble
reeds of tangled grounds- that for
once dangles free... to severed
appendages’ put down in
drowning capitulation
Death do as you please.
Unto earth, in the flicker of life
The withered womb unfurls
A requiem of ghost deer.
Their tears mark the barrels that passed:
Forever h(a)unted
Under corn blue sky & velvet viridian home.
The deer will not kneel.
an enflaming yellowly lit afloat globe
in a wet~ wintry afternoonish succulence
integrally abuzz in ease of met extremities
(of a simple lively chirping rustic routine... to
ultra-howling war siren of massive plying
frequencies in supersonic exploding)
on raw winky~ blinks of a dreamery
milking courageous suns of hopefulness
run aplomb as awaken eyeful warrior
faces.. the mirroring earnest glazy
reeling tinsel films of an untinkering
nonfictional rollout ant armies
of their undying breed… in
high alert... arising steady
& steamy as black coffee spirits
of moistly kissing lusciously
infectious caffeinated lips… in
sloganeering march towards
the spread red eternal empire
of burning Giant Super~ Sun
Death do as your time allows
Amongst a pyre of fallen leaves.
Scrimshander shells bones
With flint harpoon; the sparks
Ignite dreams of drowned sailors.
A siren sells her songs for a shilling
& the last breath of Christ enfolded
In a snowdrop shroud.
this cataclysmic night falls upon
in battalions of unforeseen forces…
the engulfing voracious depressions
of an enrage in its uproarious whirr
dark eye… this invisibly spindling
fast black~ swan ballerina… flash
inundates in a gulp of devastating
cyclonic spinning landfall... over
deep~ crack numbing drylands
of monstrous~ hungering earth
in fleshy skull hunting catacombs
of wide-open apocalyptic mouths
crushing humans in difficult blooms
All flowers in time bend towards the
Sun and the keepers of beauty.
The camera is slammed shut
Against the thrash of a metal echo, but
His film rolls at twenty-four frames a second
Catching pearl strings of butterflies flight’ed.
-featherlight fluttery acoustical minutiae
in an eventual chaotic butterfly effect
spreads as electric sparking wavy ripples
of blinding lightning crop in n-branchlets
…root thunderous inner the droopy veins
of a dead note... in grand auctioned rarity
episodes- the dugout undated mummified
specimens- in rainfall of poetic dusts…
There will be one thousand poems
Inscribed on grey slate in the other place,
Grass in the rain, sun on the sea:
The thousand and first will be
The morning sun resting on a lake.
standstill zen artistry... breathes in a new
flush of magmatic hot holding one cosmic
blood vessel.. in a tidal~ ebbing cyclicality
..shores abound in sacred bugle echoes
as sensational invigorating innervations...
in a now meaningful evolutionary doing...
a simple lining up ant-ways of ‘working’
love... in the labouring stillborn pains... a
pulsating chasm of soul~ kindling longevity
is what we live & die for...
(beyond bloody barriers
of a restlessly running on circular relay race
of the lousy to heady~ pedi‘greed’ birth epithets
to the scanty~ spelt coffins of orphaned nothings
in tracelessly erased garbage
or the such grandeur hyped parchment record fonts
of a manufactured history ~ etched pretty~ hard as
fair telltale calligraphic epitaphs…
of the rocky bedding layers of karmic graveyard-
weighing down in sins & carbon-dating remnants–
of (how many?) overlapping deaths... till…)
Published 28th Nov 2020
| Edited 29th Nov 2020
Author's Note
#109 ERULGCT . Rob xx .
Also shared for #NoPoo/ 15/ 2811202/ 22:19:55
Pic: dystopian surrealism art 1984 OIl Painting- Untitled by Zdzisław Beksiński
Also shared for #NoPoo/ 15/ 2811202/ 22:19:55
Pic: dystopian surrealism art 1984 OIl Painting- Untitled by Zdzisław Beksiński
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28th Nov 2020 6:15pm
29th Nov 2020 10:11pm
Like a prayer to Kali...I destroy to create...the eternal recurrence said Nietzsche. Adore this poem, uma.
Amor fati...Harry
Amor fati...Harry
18th Dec 2020 3:23pm
The poem could be shortened as I feel that after a while, it starts essentially repeating itself. The gruesome Gothic imagery is enjoyable, however, and there's a certain surreal intensity.
