research outpost dissonance no.4

distorted outpost transmissions coming in… malignant sound-forms moaning through a white-noise-side-chain frenzy… grim rattlings within the submerged silos, whisperings along silent bunker corridors… piss and blood congeal in the outpost gutters…emergency protocol manual pages unbound and burning…

upon the stale static air drift thick psychotropic dream-states… dust-storms lash the surface, tempestuous skies; cable-cracklings of the radio towers… idiot hands of the radioactive boys grapple at the core melt reality… dead eyes staring into the pit… fever dream in the microbial-virus factory… razor-blade girls slice product in the fluorescent night…

despair-surrender, terror superb… from isolated outposts come dissonant scream oscillations… discarded tools… decoded damaged DNA… the rusting blown-out guts of morbid-industry… ghosts talking in tongues over the portable field-sets… fear of outside, fear within… thunderstorms loom above the drained lake as the darkness debases; devours…

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desert sand serenades in blown-out monochrome no.5

sinking chemical sunlight serenades the blood-thirsty earth… campfire ceremonies, feral incantations; lovers intertwined as the building darkness begins to serenade the stars that will never come… dry lake, dirt road, hosed in petrochemicals… pump-jacks dead in the psychedelic dawn…

children draw demons in the thick desert dusk… tender broken-hearts bleed over cactus thorns… a black bull lashed to the back of a flat-bed, burial ground dreams spilling out over sorrowed brows… deep in the saturated image field, fathers grieve in rituals of loss and regret… the earth grows silent betwixt shadow and flame…

desert sand serenades in blown-out monochrome… fire temples half-submerged in the rolling dunes… black snakes etch verse across the glinting vistas… droning distant winds murmur echoes of lost moments in the field, the night undulating and coercing the beckoning… we fall to our knees and beg to forget, lovers yearning to die, the earth slowly forgetting her name…

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spinal landscapes no.5

silhouetted cranes looming from the collapsed bridge view… sat low and staring long into the spinal landscape, watching ash-clouds paint the morning light… wild dogs prowl beyond the perimeter, soothing raindrops fall from chemical skies… street-corner apparitions crawl along the wounded blocks…

near the silent factory float the broken choking voices, trailing along lines of distressed blast-walls leading to the sound of the film-reels flickering… she motions towards the decay and mops the debris of her skin, as her feet trace a path betwixt the broken bones and shattered glass of the drained lake…

desert sands and the gasoline trail wadi immolation sequences… sun-baked grains assimilate petrified carcasses of bomber fleets, left to decay amidst the eternal radiation steppe; screaming out their anguish to the nuclear horizon… stench of rotting cattle, concentrated in camps lining the scorched highway…

she hears a tortured howl between campfire shadows, throat parasites talking in tongues… head of centipede, marks of vaccination… starvation and hopelessness across the dissonance fields… wading waist-deep out into the poisonous ichor, screaming out their anguishes at the misspent human choices…

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fear rituals from the 49th parallel no.5

diesel generators moan and reverberate in sinking tower-blocks as oil drum fires flicker and spit…  drone cameras flying high above all the ruined cities of the western lands… dead sentences igniting, enraptured in mid-air… here are litanies of fear from the 49th parallel; blazing wounds in a chemical sky…

battery-fluid kisses, sickness caked in lead… a campfire smoulders, illuminating the treeline as a series of effigies steadily sink betwixt the diseased mangroves… the verb to live, the verb to die…  suffocating bliss, existential immolation… forbidden-forest fornication in the phosphorescent shallows…

landscapes alive with burning tyres, burning towers, burning oil-fields… factory smoke stacks hang dormant above empty lots, project housing, alleyways, school-yards, gas-stations… riot shields and blast-walls, tear gas and barbed-wire… plastic-coated dead, swollen-babies, vultures on the gallows swarming…

out here shine no stars from the discoloured heavens… only masked incantations in moon-menageries of hell, ruined pavilions and wind-shattered dreams… laughing lovers languidly lay together, new atoms inside them liquefying… sexual excavations birthing flowers of new formaldehydes…

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insect void delta no.3

apocalyptic fever dreams in the psychotropic delta… insect void… centipedes across the skin… poisoned fruit dripping… rotten spores in lungs and throats… wilting roses line the temple corridors… watch the madmen howl and scream, claw at their own flesh… watch them hack themselves to bloody death…

following the stagnant pools and molasses rivers upstream… blood-oranges dipped in angel teeth… weapons dipped in fever-breaths… paranoid hallucinations of external morphology… marauders talk in vile tongues… waking nightmares as the medication begins to run dry…

fear transcriptions; perfect, prime, paranoid… in twilight-dusk, in sweet disease… poisoned-lagoon firefight ceremonies… warpaint camouflage, reflecting pools… lovers hypnotised in sexual moonlight sabotage… building altars upon bones, constructing new torture-terror-thrones…

a series of polaroids in flames… pages of notebooks, unbound and burning… a soul to strangle, a soul to save… slit throats bleeding out over carved chests, as the amber full moon glides up over the treeline… mandible and head, thorax and abdomen… pills, they merely anaesthetise…

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along an infinite blast-wall corridor no.3

cement dust blankets vistas of the world forever gone… through the fluorescent light-fields and white noise hiss-tracts… distorted visions trailing neon haze spectres along the infinite blast-wall corridors… despondent eyes watch the lunar installation corrode the dying sun…

a river of kerosene snakes a slow path across the bed of the drained lake… a hundred grave candles circle an obsidian monolith… pretty girls dance in  long ruination, dreams adrift on the long, grey vague… tender boys sidle between the collapsing columns, bathed in the shadowy half-light…

premonitions of the fallout, coming like thin drizzle settling over the looming tower-blocks; smoke and fires torching the midnight sky… testimonies to the litany of unholy human wars… the rationale, the hubris, the voices – they were wrong…

a black mollusc slithers, dying, across a rotting atlas… fingernails scrape at tree bark, lanterns light desolate paths into the long desert dark… before the prison-porticoes beckon us to fall apart, before a column of white smoke rises from a silent circle… there are rituals still to be undertaken, my beloved…

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fire sermons from the old world no.4

denouement cloaked  in frozen bliss, icy fingertips dipped in ashen-sickness… a series of vague memories, poorly-lit, going away… hymns from survivors crackle and hiss, drone and whine, collapse and come apart… lost faces wrapped in funeral shrouds, staring long into the impossible steppe…

warehouse beside warehouse in rows, bombed-out, ruined, abandoned; dead… floodlights illuminate the blast-walls in the long distance… out here we are stricken, scattered and cut-up, broken and unbalanced… desolation measured in muted hues… the worlds we destroyed, the worlds we lost…

nearby a fire-sermon falters, its memory fading as freight-cars ferry the wounded and dead… smoke filled skies, whole cities bombed… along dark corridors misery looming… upon wet brick ash-lilies lay in steady waiting… slow utterances of whispered hopes faint and timid…

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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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desert sand serenades in blown-out monochrome no.3

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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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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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