To Live

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Hieronymus Bosch

I will meet you

somewhere between the

theta waves

and this wounded refusal

to die.

 

But you have to be there,

truly be there

amidst the graves

and the killing laughter which

revels in your

every death.

 

The thefts,

and the burns

broadcast

a sudden madness,

your premeditated

deterioration.

 

Only when I washed up

on these brinks,

did I choke

on the tombs

of those killers.

 

The next storm

has already been planned.

 

I will be here

if you need me

with nothing left

to be taken.

 

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OCD

 

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Be warned,

there is something

in the woods

unheard of,

guns loaded,

unborn.

 

Ritualistic death

among the

Ayahuasca.

 

I went there

to save you

from burning

and was

buried alive.

 

 

Growth

Linda Vachon. Tete De Caboche

Linda Vachon. Tete De Caboche

Whatever was left of me/ after the dream/ the night watch prowled/ wolves/ looting uninvited orgasms/ I am still/ one of the hunted

How could those/ so rank with sin/ with misery/ and hopelessness/ claim sainthood/ proffer a living, breathing/ judgement day/ guarding/ no/ this/ this was never about protection/ The disappearances/ crimes against humanity/ unspeakable/ new and improved/ methods of torture/ silenced poets and artists/ sickened the healers/ corrupted altruists and heroes/

The impossible became real/ we didn’t know where it was coming from/ sudden shooting pains/ dull aches/ we were being burned alive/ They called us schizophrenics/ they were stealing our country from us/ we had to find a way/ to defend ourselves/ we had to fight/ an invisible enemy/

These were acts of war/ unauthorized invasions/ turning us against ourselves/ against each other/ the final stop/ complete control/ enslavement/ they had such/ as sense of entitlement/ no boundaries/ ownership/ burning red/ they were stealing our country/ from us/ a burning red flat line/ our children would have to battle/ if we couldn’t overcome/ an enemy/ we could not yet locate/

It was never paranoia/ rather/ it was that we were/ fully aware/ of the capability of evil/

In the absence of choice/ lies enslavement/ violation/ both internal and external/ In the absence of choice/ there is a ravine/ of lost souls/ stolen selves/ and whatever is left/ on the other side/ of this makeshift reality/ is paraded through the streets/ what was once brilliance/ now a laughingstock/ by a torrid, mindless mob/ of witch hunters/ destroyers of dreams/ and potential/

All which was once held sacred/ now disposable/ to a frothing/ insatiable/ void/ of broken killers/

They are everywhere/ the Devil’s Herd/ the bringers of death/ holding/ what Aristotle named/ ‘The Immovable Movers’/ hostage in their own lives/ and make no mistake/ they will break you/ if it is the last thing/ they ever do/

For now/ all we have is our humanity/ that part of us/ that cannot ever be broken/ residing somewhere between/ freedom and struggle/ each/ our own compass/ metaphysical/ free to choose/ our own transcendence/ a destination

 

 

Submarines

Georgia o'Keefe, Storm Cloud, Lake George, 1923

Georgia o’Keefe, Storm Cloud, Lake George, 1923

 

They surface prophetic / supernatural lacerations / surges / imparting bridges / to the next injury / or induced orgasm / plagued / like a frequency / or wavelength / like conventional bullets / ravaging / strong smelling menstrual blood / 

The oppressed need to get angry /

All of us are sick / we are all addicts / there is an albatross choking / every single one of us / and yet / in our humiliated rage / we broadcast / whose is uglier / whose is more mangled / and killed / by it still does not /  vanish our own/

You condescend/  that you refuse to come / to the rescue / of your rescuer /

Outside myself / I submerge / to atone the dark metal / the eruptions /  the delusional escapisms  / both above/ and below the surface /

We are dealing with / very dangerous people / who do not take no / for an answer /

The Clear, White Tomb

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Now that you have been / silenced / properly humbled / a drooling / rocking / little weirdo / thoroughly affected / by our incessant drownings/  the innocence /we killed out of you /gives birth to dead babies / all over your lily white apron / shame, shame / now join us in the rose garden / won’t you?/

They called themselves soldiers / just in time for the public hanging / a family event / a lost soul / so full of life / such a talent / she used to be / the coppery-green / in an abstract impressionist sky / singeing the pages/ a gossamer vision of the Virgin / channeling the subconscious / strapped down / a medical procedure / they called it / it was for the best / they insisted /

They called themselves saints / deliverers of retribution / really they were either / criminals / so-called seekers of social justice / or simple minions hoping to exercise / a newfound sense of power / they had never been given / an excuse to use violence / to make their point / orgasming a sadistic need to control / to hurt others / in ways they themselves had probably been hurt /

Always a swarming / a crashing all around / ritualistic/  in nature / it was hilarious/  entertaining/  her strange reactions / to things undetectable / trying to seek refuge / she was stalked / to the clear, white tomb / maniacal, bloody laughter / severing / a prismatic destiny / from the universe’s/  fragmented womb /