Nitazene Ziggurat

My life all over the wall, your fingers in my throat.

[forhandsthatsuffer]

The Blood of a Poet (1931), dir. Jean Cocteau

[aluminiumcrown]

20th July, 9 hrs, 21 mins, 23 seconds

I saw a photograph of the sun today

speckled imperfect, appeared etched into frame.

I saw the moon at mid-day 

sat to my right like a disappointed friend

a table away at a restaurant

half-smiling, half-crying, half-oblivious.

staring still my eyes bore

into those little black spots

each an individual despair, a niggling.

yet there you always are

the warmth behind my eyes

brief pause in the terror of flight.

hands over my face, sheet over my head

I crane back to my friend to notice they’ve left.

I saw a photograph of the sun today 

and all I could think of was the moon.

[aluminiumcrown]

All Mouth

In this glistening black pain, I swallow myself blue

in Mnemosyne I stand a statue, shining from the falling rain

I forget my mother's face as I chew another--sun swallower.

Hot to the touch, transfiguration triptych

I bear no weight I crucify myself underneath sheets of black

shaking in time with the beat.

Nodding to nothing, eating my reflection

There is no weightlessness like that above the blood.

I slink a vibrating God, my secrets sheathed 

I rattle, I glint, I know, I belong.

So below this burning crescent is nothing

but concrete heaven

and I can do nothing but smile.

[aluminiumcrown]

July

In this great service of knowledge

lies the local focus, locust foire

and sits Jesus, the diesel babysitter.

Babygiver, lifeliver, lightning man

The great testament to pain 

A true reflection of will.

Blessed by your wet surprise

we continue in nazi-like hubris

as if the world had not just ended.

Beset in penitence and mucous

that we were not given also

as sacrifice to your cruel father.

Cast out by your iron will

ruinate by the beloved

as you lain broken and open

by chance taken.

In absence of your violent guide,

we three oxidise.

And in leaving, being left

taken unfinished, your half

broken almost as you

on shoulders as emaciated

as those hung from the cross

your negation lay.

For 10 days you were dead

dead already.

Benevolent sack

I am given in this gift

Your thousand degree clean

your white becoming

& her burning breast.

[aluminiumcrown]

Chicken

The sky is falling and I am Mr. 10% Man,

Preparing for cages.

Eye of the sands iron proof

Subtlety has died. The hate now in bold.

Cy love bleeds and my heart pierced as Christ’s side

Naked and inflamed.

Realising your piss stain and the lopsiding lipids.

I hold your head,

Hair greased between my teeth. Covered in you.

Hope lays within me

I am a lake, the other side

Unending hives of pretty questions marks

Will you play chicken with me?

[aluminiumcrown]

The Fig Tree

It's my duty to fill your head with bubbles and wait for the collapse

To leave you stuck, red and swinging.

Fed to you in sleep, that low buzzing chatter

Denying it myself, the blackness of the future

Raise you up to see, the bleeding in the rain.

The cause of your pain, your cracking shame

A slave to your whims, growing only to hate.

The cold granite, a hot knife

Nylon squeezing the circumference

Water pruning the soles of your feet.

Sun shone through, the fig tree surrounding

a million lives die in your eyes, infinite in 

shadows cast,

torn to shreds by the gentle swaying of the branches.

[aluminiumcrown]

Miracle Amongst 1,000,000 Dead Stars

10,000 nameless graves

Amongst the wedged between

Your shining beacon hollow

and alone in the night

Empty stars athousand

Betwixt souls counted

More blinders than a horse

In sleep I sign of the cross

Fervent covenant surround

The black tongued, yellow bellied.

Blinking blue, red and green

Drowned out the names of old

The dizzying sickness of light

Skin pricked leaking your gas

100,000 nameless faces

Your shining growth intrusion

Bearing witness to your falsity

The demiurge adorn noose

Your tongue the trigger

My head the recreational vehicle.

God behind the veil thick as

smog as thieves, lie the blood

of innocent and human alike

One night amongst the burning lights

Amidst the gaseous doomhowl

You say one day you’ll want a child

and well,

I love you so.

[aluminiumcrown]

New Development in a Dead World

The silvering tops of new homes

shiver in the December heat

The sounds of the beach bleached

bones anchored to reality the sick stench can be

overwhelming. In nature and the stinging nose.

The soft swaying of the trees in flicker, in ember,

let free.

The dust and ick of stitched earth and dry mouths,

cracked and crying. No water comes in the end

for your bellies have had their fill and spilled 

the rest on the arid and languid ground.

This blood orange coma, this dusted doom

Dredging the heaving mass of fossilised native 

blood to the surface only to be drowned in concrete – 

they stand hooligan scalp amidst the inferno, oblique.

Cuticle dew, cut and squared off

No mouth no teeth in agony

We bleed while you

All smile no eyed no soul

As you 

Take your domestic demolition

Claws to the dry ground, in rake.

[aluminiumcrown]

Cerberus

hell as a dog's mouth

slobbering pain licked as

beach rain, bitten in love

drunken numb, gay in

absence, free. you immolate

religiously.

[aluminiumcrown]

The Bolt Pistol

Thin skin and the unchanging power of

Embarrassment. The bloated greasing iron

And rubber traps smother my eyes and ears.

Shining grotesque falling inept

Through the white everburn.

I rise as sinew, supple and dumb.

To braise and raise the flesh

Against the coming storm.

Help me and I can help you, duplicitous

The bones amongst the rubble.

The storm will break and I weather the pain

Of this cotton blade.

The holy beading of sweat, only leaving

If kept. The great coils of love and fear

Superheat. I’m writing in ejaculate.

I’m writhing all the same. Your soft yelping

Bears my name and I am the lamb and

I am the bolt pistol.

[aluminiumcrown]

Funeral

Smearing against the night

Wind raise wing; showing your empty

Your caved-in majesty, spoiled against hot rock;

Blazing daily commute.

Infinite empathy simplified

I beat myself against the glass

Always free, never leaving.

The pain of pleasure stand over

Defecate. Mottled in soil your

Aluminium crown, resistance of

Derision and control over soul.

Birdbath, check-engine light

Roadrash roadkill, I lay your meat

To rest abreast narrowing channels

Of sorrow.

[aluminiumcrown]

Rich in Love

We’ll try again in the morning (it’s said)

That fatal noise shattering all the thoughts inside

Despite our closeness the price is still the same

So, I say leave the sun to the thief!

The moon, my chest too

Left lays my head, the ceramic plate.

Nestled beside this beautiful knife

Cursing the spring—praying for hail

Growing only in translation

Mentally I'm comparing caskets

While you yearn for children

To be children in the sun.

Afterimage afterall

You lightning scrimmage

Murderall, black’d sun

Tired of the questions impatient to the point

I cannot rate pain on a scale of 1-10

Crawling through the sewage, blocked again.

Whether the lantana cancers me

The dentist robs me anyway

Made to pay for the sins of the father

Sugar dissolves in the holes and the rest 

is burning anyway--

I pay my debts; I pay them.

[aluminiumcrown]

I have experienced the death of things before

and survived.

[annina98]

[aluminiumcrown]

Fathoms

It was the same thing truly, to be split in two

The function of the device to keep on ending everything, forever.

I remember very little of those oval shaped voids

but the smell of wax and the clicking of nails.

Just move! Crashing all around, love came late

and love came little. Piddling effort.

My hands tweedle dee, my lungs slowly sucked inwards

My blue light, your red eye. Running on suicide.

So it goes so I lay there. Sweating.

I give over to the thousand eyed asthma

The living edema, the bursting fissure

The crimson weight of collective sin.

Take me apart piece by flesh

Craned up to the iron gate

Of your burning love, flat in time.

[aluminiumcrown]

974

In slobbering apnoea

Hanging beneath the golden gate

Turning slowly, very slowly

Blue in the wavering moonlight.

Human bender reciprocal revenge

Cleansed in the fire of this electric life

Sheening mottled skin, popping at the seams

Gleaming all mouth, pierced on display.

Sheer stinking majesty—caught in 4k

The biting cold now a kiss

Manufactured heat, everywhere exploding hints

I am golden now, I am home.

Human breaker liturgy

Breathing weeds and cough smoke

Black as pitch—crawling in love

Neck bent against the salted breeze.

Freezing life love and let die

Lie all the pretty boxes, encased in amber

Spinning beneath god’s feet.

[aluminiumcrown]

i see u in a crowded room

your glowing blonde miasma

you blood red cut, wan shine against

fluorescent light, wet with guilt.

glittering soul I breathe in

your distance, obliterated memory

reaching inside of you to taste.

golden magnet, shameful lustre

bling age gilding, smell just like

cotton candy,

taste just like pennies.