. . . a flickering light in the long distance, the roaring din of the freight train carriage . . . slow news on a stolen breeze . . .
. . . central hotel eden, a manuscript . . . coming soon via the VI.VI.VII printing press . . . stay tuned . . .
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slow imbalance shrouds conjuring frozen omens in a long cold… two room field hospital on the northern perimeter… drawn-out dissonant resonance, standardised procedures crackle in dying head-sets… a crippled sun bleeds poisoned yellow over dismal radioactive snowfields… empty beds, shattered windows, our breath in the air as we boil the remaining rations…
morning prayer and water purification… magnesium and iron… rogue drones whine hopelessly lost in a chemical heavens… cold fronts blow in as war hymns flit and whirr from a portable turntable, car-battery operated, connected to a clock radio speaker… a hundred thousand miles of steppe, a broken promise in a long stare in the half-light…
depopulation, fire-bombing, base camp vantage point thought saturation… do that cold-hearted loss-of-innocence pose on the rifle-range, board member mahogany tables in flames…. oil-slaked body parts; war games… a protocol sheet nailed to the head of a dead child soldier… know still there is a dim flicker of salvation beyond these blackened inclines…
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full blown grave decoration slave state, body farm dreams of the delta… magnanimous clown-face; doom shroud for the post apocalyptic spiritual… thousand yard stares into the radiation fields… homeless talk-show host abortions; blood parasites going viral…. transient moments doused in ‘go live’ humiliation… morbid tourist hostage crisis news-feed… codeine relapse; histrionic… saddle bags draped in kings solomon’s mines…
basic sunken tomb layout, two room, windowless coffin; eye into the world… hold tight, slit throat, convoys on fire… ride the snake. one thousand grave candles lining the drained lake… pump jacks wince in a psychedelic dawn… frozen go codes, dirt roads, black bison lashed to the back of a flat bed… petrochemical sheep-deep. shake those rusting chains…
momentary lapse of proportion; off topic… fourth quarter punt to armageddon,.. losing the voters to a bout of pandemic, genocidal fields… that’s that harrowing dissonance dream disturbance on on an upriver row-boat, floating out into psychedelic eclipse…. where we riding to? …mercenary approach, lawn furniture fold outs on burial grounds…. cesspools in eden… gutting a two track to the sound of shell-fire on the west bank…
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torrential chemical rain falling from a neon cloud-field sky… black lung howling through the valves… poisonous centipedes crawling across the consoles, writhing inside the switch-boards… fever dreams at the detection facility, cold sweats, malnutrition and radiation sickness… absolute silence in the seconds before the blast-wave…
intermittent static, morse-tapping and cut-up voice-tracks coming over the field sets… batteries bleeding acid out over dusty concrete floors… oil pools under decommissioned patrol vehicles.,. hissing ghost voices in the wires talking of fallout sex agonies and nausea dreams within the fog of war turmoil… gas mask baptisms…
shivering limbs under the fluorescent lights, white-noise-side-chain dissonance in the headsets… cold stares into the field, faint shadows in the half-light; radioactive dust spiralling around the reinforced concrete bunker walls… walking out into the nothing-field, dead insect eyes reflecting the new desert sun, in the exact moment of the flash…
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a gathering storm coming in, radioactive dust spiralling around the reinforced concrete bunker walls… low frequency modulation across the radar-field, white-noise-side-chain dissonance through the valves… cold-sweats and shivering limbs under the fluorescent lights; before flickering instrument panels… poisonous centipedes crawl across the consoles…
filtered drones in the long distance and a looped image track of rain falling on the corrugated iron awning roof of an abandoned farmhouse; seconds before the blast-wave hits… an endless rattling and scratching within the air ducts… cold stares into the field… frozen moments captured on magnetic tape, rotting in the sunken archives… fever dreams from the detection facility…
intermittent static, morse-tapping and cut-up voice-tracks coming over the portable units… faint shadows in the half-light… the wind whipping across the compound; the hammering of a worn shutter breaking free of its fastenings… distorted calculations, lost reels, invalid results; corrupt data… dead insect eyes reflect the twin desert suns, in the exact moment of the flash…
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sepia image tracks bleeding out across a blast-wall frame… white-noise and static over the field radio… impossible hymns in diseased throats echoing out along shattered glass corridors, down polluted streets; climbing above tower-blocks looming over the slowly decaying industrial district… a match-head ignites at one thousand frames per second…
dismal gloom, and a hazy chemical sky hanging thick above the geometry of a mid-town intersection… a drone camera circles the scene, detailing the unfolding complexities… merciless falsehoods of the tabloid news press spilling over into a storm-drain… a series of blurry 35mm shots blown-up across a bombed-out mall; misery and starvation…
vagaries of the street-corner architecture, complex measurements amidst the fractured landscape snap-shot. slow polaroid exposures framing burnt-out bodegas and cop cars… grid networks undulating, intertwining; steadily burning across the map. we set up camp on the roof of an abandoned police precinct overlooking an empty parking lot…
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blazing heat, and a hazy chemical sky hanging thick above the polluted streets and tower-blocks of the slowly decaying financial district… hiss-tracts of merciless static issue from abandoned radio-sets; film-reels project glory days of hostile takeovers. high-yield fantasies of the money boys, wallowing in their own grim filth…
an image track of an M1 tank, rolling slowly into aleppo… a series of blurry 35mm shots blown-up across a bombed-out mall; all broken glass, twisted steel and melted plastic… a match-head ignites at one thousand frames per second; flames begin to writhe and crawl diagonally across the page…
unfolding complexities of the intersection geometry… angles contorting and changing, slow polaroid exposures framing reinforced concrete in ascending layers… we set up a two-day camp on the roof of a five-storey tower block overlooking a burnt-out hospital… poisoned flask-water and exploding flashbulbs…
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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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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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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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