black monoliths over new jerusalem no.3

facility

mapping out the meaningless void while the city writhes and coils, undulating in the darkness, slowly changing its shape, twisting and turning, contracting and expanding… spectral torment sketched out along the dark streets, haunting the city with myriad tales of the slow failing… ghosts haunt pale-faced pedestrians, murmuring betwixt poured-concrete piazzas and glass-shard tower-blocks…

black monoliths looming in the desolation, bleak and oppressive… streets flooded with rainwater mixed with fuel and decay… cathedrals bleeding tears onto the shoulders of shivering parishioners… listless districts swarming with emergency vehicles, taxi cabs, prison transports; couriers ferrying suspect packages for hidden mahogany boardroom tables…

a sense of expanding peril and doubt rising up from the storm-drains, ascending stairwells, elevator cables, fire escapes… stretching out above the chaotic muttering, chattering, whispering, negotiating, screaming, cajoling; controlling… sidewalks burn with false promise under the crescent moon, hanging like an ivory blade above the reinforced steel towers… reasoning collapsing in the dizzying, spiralling dreaming…

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black monoliths over new jerusalem no.2

hanford_b-reactor_area_1944

spectral torment sketched out along the dark streets, haunting the city with myriad tales of the slow failing… black monoliths looming in the desolation, bleak and oppressive… a sense of expanding peril and doubt rising up from the storm-drains, ascending stairwells… stretching out above the listless districts, swarming with squad cars, taxi cabs; harrowed pedestrians…

chaotic muttering, chattering, whispering; negotiating… swarming thoughts twisting and turning; the endless calling… crawling along the wounded blocks, blood-slaked sidewalks burn with false promise under the street lamps as power-lines choke and restrict… screaming sirens amidst the din, engulfing the whirring drones of the ageing air con ventilation systems…

mapping out the meaningless void while the city writhes and coils, undulating in the darkness and slowly changing its shape… reasoning collapsing in the dissipating, blurring memory manipulation circles… dizzying spiralling dreaming, avenues collapsing hope as the slow devil symmetry calls into focus the vivid understanding…

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spinal landscapes no.4

ballinger-5k1

gasoline trail wadi immolation sequence… she hears a tortured howl between campfire shadows… lines of fuel leading to the ritual… throat parasites talking in tongues, as the wild dogs prowl beyond the perimeter… across the spinal landscape ash-clouds paint the barren fields…

there is a tape recorder inside the sun… a chink of blinding light luminously glows… soothing raindrops fall from chemical skies… she walks towards the decay and mops the debris of her skin as her feet trace a path between broken bones and shattered glass…

street-corner apparitions crawling along wounded blocks… near the silent factory float the broken choking voices, screaming out their anguish to the nuclear horizon…  sound of the film-reel flickering… drained lake… silhouetted cranes… poisoned reservoir…

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