Month: September 2016
along an infinite blast-wall corridor no.1
through the fluorescent light-fields…. distorted visions trailing neon haze spectres along an infinite blast-wall corridor… premonitions of the fallout, coming like thin drizzle settling over the concrete tower-blocks… see the red and green flicker in the eyes of the lost girls as they tread their careful path betwixt the imminent ruins…
slender fingers draped across ornaments of servitude… the idiot boys, dipped in filth, prey in the direction of the new world and manipulate themselves to issue… tormented minds, filled with meaningless instruction… cement dust blankets vistas of the gone world… a river of kerosene rushing steadily towards a blow-torch, forever…
a black mollusc slithers, dying, across a rotting atlas… fingernails scrape at tree bark, lanterns light impossible paths into the long forest dark… a hundred candles circle an obsidian monolith… arrowheads in our palms remind us of the journey… a column of white smoke rising from a silent clearing… there are rituals still to be undertaken, my beloved…
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image reports from CNNWTZ – no. 037
image reports from CNNWTZ – no. 036
desert sand serenades in blown-out monochrome no.3
girls cut their tender hearts on sharp desert roses… crimson-pools forming across the burning dunes… deep in the saturated image field, fathers grieve in rituals of loss and regret… weeping into the barren dirt, gazing long over the aching bed of the dry lake…
the sunlight serenades the blood-thirsty earth… children draw their imaginations in the shifting dust… black snakes etch verse across the glinting vistas… out here all is delirium, pieces of living strangled then drowned; the looming darkness will make it easier to die…
lifeless wadi, dirt road; slaked in petrochemicals… pump-jacks wince in the amoebic dusk… fire temples, rusting silos, open graves, buried vaults beneath the ground… and as the blazing sun sinks behind the chemical sky only crippled dreams are left betwixt shadow and flame…
camp-fire ceremonies, feral incantations; lovers intertwined as the sky serenades the stars that never came… here they lie together in blown-out monochrome, in a desert strewn with death… inside the word and moment, tone poem utterances whispered; gazing long into the burning embers…
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image reports from CNNWTZ – no. 035
image reports from CNNWTZ – no. 034
image reports from CNNWTZ – no. 033
image reports from CNNWTZ – no. 032
black monoliths over new jerusalem no.5
see the pale-faced boys amongst the rubble, filled with dying, devoid of joy… idiot boys lingering in the shadows, teeth dipped in venom; licking their wounds and talking of genocide… lingering there in grim despair… toys of systematic decay…
wordless boys with crippled spines, torn from plastic dolly limbs; nauseous, thirsty, all alone… adrift amidst the ruins, the black, greasy belly of the dead city heaving with rot and misery… broken-babies scar the burning earth…
haunted pedestrians under a crescent moon, hanging like a jagged blade; rusted and poised to cleave at the ruins… dirtied, bloodied, broke, stillborn; ragged hands rifle through the remains of lost, discarded generations…
dust and debris greying the skyline, black monoliths hang voidal in their murkiest repose… all foetal-reasoning lost at birth… in glass-shard towers they crawl home; adrift in chemical lullaby… visions of new jerusalem…
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