Invisible tentacles
Push away the sky
Demonic hoards work gravity machines
And archaic machinery
Fueled by lust and burning souls
Faces replaced by black hearts
Not deigning to beat
Flying Iridescent insects wingless
Fall
Deeper Into the chasm

The insatiable void
Devours screams into silence
Just below the slow lurching rhythm
Of organic cogs pleading
For release…
Pleading to the supreme muscle
That will never cease.

The mechanisms of the hole
Have all become visible.
Each mask of flesh
And tissue has dissolved…
The pretense of all human issues
Has been resolved
With the clarity of a single glance
Inward–
Into the eye of raw primordial reality.

Eerie calm
Amidst the howling silence
Essence distilled
Granulated
Awaiting deployment
Shape Shifting shadows
With wands made of clouds
And abandoned bones
Prepare incantations
Ectoplasmic scripts float upward
Nucleotides seeking union amidst the pulsating mass
The Hole prepares for birth

All possible data
Has been collected
The embryo
Weathered by caustic evil
Intentionally unprotected
Emits a siren’s blaring cry
Of living…
Of living…
The initial sign
Of human life unforgiving.

She was the Mailman’s fake smile
The school children’s skipping steps
The knowing smile of false traffic



She was the hum of summer lawn mowers
The incandescent laugh of young lovers
The foolish pride of suit wearing wannabes



She howled at my weakness
Assaulted me with Hollywood smiles
And soul eating love words



Holiday picnics played and measured my creeping steps
Balloons painted the phony sky
Fireworks snapped and crackled
Me
To the ground



I crawled up yesterday’s steps



The world
Regarded me
Like decayed vermin



A mouse better off dead
In the trap



I slammed the door-less room shut
Bleeding sweat



Sanctuary sounding Renfield giggles
In madmen harmony

She appeared before me with condescending laughter



I tried to screamed



But I had no mouth

Ya wanna scream

“Mommy”

But

Mommy ain’t here



Fish faced generic pedestrians
whose idea of a good time
Is a home carpentry project
Approved by Norm himself



They sit behind reinforced
Plexiglas
In air conditioned
Save-way stores
Pleading
For discounts
And
The real deal



The demonic choir
Sing
Johnny Cash
With guitars
Made of human skulls
Stringed with the sinews
Of dead heroes



Big D
Enters
The circle

Wit a
Impeccably coiffured
Elvis Doo

I guess everybody
Loves
The king



“You staying Poet?”

“Don’t think so D
But thanks for
Asking”

“Ya know Your time is coming”

“Decided?

“Up or down?

“Think I might start
My own afterlife D



Big D
Gives me an Elvis
My Way flourish
Swirling his black sequined cape

Getting into that phony

Elvis karate stance.



“Sounds interesting Poet
You always did know how to style
If you need a hand
You know where to find me”

“Cool D”

And I rolled.

Like a dead fish.

Gazing at deep magic

Inside….Out.

Pillars of lust

Smothered

Wrapped in cellophane.

Locked to immoral paths.

Visions in black and white

Against prescribed standards of efficiency.



I peered out of my window

That TV screen whose channel never changes.

And I SEE!

Androids filled with pretended purpose.

Running to and fro toward mock destiny.

I see them harnessed like cattle and led to troughs of offal where they feed.

Smiles fill there vapid faces.



For this was Life!

I see them walk pass fake trees and counterfeit sunlight.

Night nothing more than an unplugged lamp.

They flash their vampire smiles

Teeth gnashing

Hunger’s need temporarily lending false passion to nothingness.

They see me and wave, “join us, and become one of us!”



I am the Last man alive.

I will never let them stick that straw of death into my head

And suck out my passion, love and being.

I will never leave this place

I shall be content to gaze out my window

That TV screen whose channel I can never change.



Tears fill eyes

Pity fills my souls

I am the last soul alive

And I shall never leave my place.

For I will never become one of them.

Crippled dancers

Castrated Lotharios

Mute orators

Were all there

I was a special guest



You see I had the Blues

And the Malt Shop

Is where you simply had to be

When suffering that fatal spiritual malady



I looked around at the collage of failure

A conglomeration of burnt souls

Abandoned in scorched pits of the damned

No amount of tears

Could ever put that fire out.



I moseyed up to the counter

Tit-less porn queens with sewn mouths giving half priced blow jobs

Defrocked priest selling wafers autographed by Jesus himself

An insurance man with his Mothers still beating heart in his bloodied hand

Banging a deal with a used car salesman

Who watched with satisfaction

As his 11 year old daughter pulls a train

with well dressed Turkish sailors

Business looked good



Boys scouts seeking merit badges

Sell crack to nuns

Donning the latest in Fredrick’s of Hollywood

God squad apparel



It was there

all our sins

We just don’t like to face it

We are all responsible

We are all guilty

The truth be a Mother Fucker



I closed my eyes and

Inhaled the filth

Pores opening

In horror and greed

Tendrils of madness

Violated me

became part of me



Don’t worry

Madness don’t scare me none

Been there

Done that.

Bet ya

it scares the shit out of you



What sheltered lives

Most of the pretty people lead

So when you look with envy

At your neighbors weedless

Pristine green lawn

For a second



Just a second



Think of those people

In the Congo

Being hacked to death

With Machetes

It’s real

It’s happening

Now

And if you can get away

Come by the Malt shop

I’ll be there

Got

Plenty

of Room

I was to be the trained seal
In the circus of garbage
They didn’t know
I was broken, incomplete
I escaped to
The nightmare of the real

It was not really reality

Nor was it Lies
It was a halcyon era of apple scented madness
Laced with truss rods of greased despair

Blindfolded visions of genetically altered circus midgets
Playing mime to blind audiences

Painted virgins with jism stained dollar bills
Rolled, shaken
And stirred
Inserted Into for sale orifices

The screams of severed heads pleading for body complete

Mutated Pheasants armed with automatics
Butt fucking hunters who scream why?

The dead become annoyed
Seeking eternal rest
Screeching alarm clocks
Awaken them
As the sadistic Gods laugh

Pissed off Zombies crying “Brains”
Can’t find any

Bankers molesting children

Lawyers blowing bankers

Politicians laugh a creaking rusty hinged sound

Sightless lovers seeking fulfillment
Feeling only whores and lies

Mirrors offer no comfort
That swirling mist of promised magic
Merely confirmed who we are not

Truth that cheap FILTHY WHORE

Screams orgasmic shouts and moans
Body quivering
Pretending
She is not a willing sacrifice at the altar of convenience
The victim of lie’s serpent tongued promises?

Engulfed in an ill-fitted black robe of the lonely heart

They are all out of solace

Tears always pave the path to surrender

Emotions seethe and boil

Critical mass reached.

I no longer sleep in a bed.
Beds are for faggots

There can be no comfort here

I roll on the floor
At home with roaches and the denizens of the night

Leathery wings Play serrated whip saw sounds

Only I can hear

The sounds of bare survival

They laugh at joy

Chittering knowing words

They speak
Whispering

“You do not belong
You never did”

Yet they call me back
“YOU WILL JOIN US!”

The sound of cocked pistols
And lawyer lies
Congealed like Hyenas
Barking on an asphalt parking lot

Baby’s heads greasing the treads of wheeled deceit

Yet their vampire smiles
No longer frighten me

“YOU WILL JOIN US!”
The Zombie choir sings
Feigning Mozart

They do not suffer alienation
The law of lies and madness will prevail
No sanctification
No absolution
I ignore them all
Mere tuneless wind chimes
Playing discordant existential sounds of phony despair

Death knocks at my door
He claims us all as his own
He drips drool like Pavlov’s dog

I smile
I have been seeking you Death
Your lies stink
How can you claim one
Who has never lived?

His steps falter
His sickle
Becomes
A broom
And I charge him to sweep the pain from this World

The though police
Captured me
Finally

Kafka was the judge and jury
I was convicted
Of seeking meaning in the meaningless

“Don’t you know?” he laughed
“Life is just a halcyon era of apple scented madness”

Faces of Normalcy
Displaying well practiced smiles
Feigning heartrending concern

Fluorescent lights
Flash strobe like
Revealing motion in staccato relief
Kaleidoscope figures move with furtive intent
Pulling strings attached to vials of pharmaceutical salvation

They control the marionettes of the damned
They orchestrate the dance of the mutants
Legs dance, contorted, painful
Bodies bent at impossible angles
The Mutants move to the incessant demands of the strings
Their faces scream their hopelessness
Juxtaposed with silent resignation

The audience laughed and applauded
Such funny marionettes
For who can not help but laugh
At the dance of the mutants