spinal landscapes no.4

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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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insect void delta no.1

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poisoned-lagoon firefight ceremony…  dusk by warpaint camouflage… insect void delta… slit throats bleed out across carved chests as the blood-orange-sun slithers behind the treeline; sliced by jagged foliage… makeshift graves filling with stagnant waters…

a series of polaroids in flames… white noise over the tannoy… narco-gangs roam beyond the check-points, machete men; la migra… black-lung sky burial desert installation… the road extends out into the horizon, shimmering in the already blazing heat of the morning sun…

mandible and head, thorax and abdomen… field hospital vivisection… paranoid hallucinations of external morphology… waking nightmares as the medication begins to run dry… cold sweats, and fever-dreams… congregations talking in tongues as the moon looms over the drained lake…

‘…god’s tentacles of lucid terror, duplicitous ten-tonne multi-error, reaching out to babes in arms, with promise, verse and firearms…’

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spinal landscapes no.2

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darkest shadows creep steadily in the morning light as the dogs howl down dusty alleyways… desert sands and the spinal landscape… sun-baked grains assimilating petrified carcasses of bomber fleets left to decay amidst the eternal radiation fields… street-corner apparitions crawling along wounded blocks…

head of centipede… yellow nails scratch after pale girls… marks of vaccination… sordid papers reek of hate speech and arsenic… wading waist-deep out into the poisonous ichor… throne room agony, stolen land, offerings at the foot of the despot… sound of the film-reel flickering…

drained lake… silhouetted cranes… poisoned reservoir… faint outline of the water tower… gasoline trail wadi immolation sequence… drainage channel campfire ceremony…  bride of the desert, valley of the tombs… there is a tape recorder inside the sun…

black tea, long-wave radio… broken voices crackling over the failing headset… coal plant, steel mill, factory furnace and rail-road… a dust-bowl tomb for a weeping widow slaked with dismal ash-clouds… dissonance fields reflecting… a billboard reads ‘starvation and hopelessness…’

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fear rituals from the 49th parallel no.3

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a chemical sky blankets the city as a blazing sun hangs buried in a discoloured heavens… a campfire flickers, illuminating the treeline as a series of effigies steadily sink betwixt the diseased mangroves… masked incantations in moon-menageries of hell… guard-towers vowing to reach up through the smog…

grain elevators in flames… a ruined pavilion reveals a wind-shattered dream… abandoned train-lines ache, rusted and lost… landscapes alive with burning tyres, burning flowers, burning fields… factory smoke stacks hang dormant above empty lots, project housing, school-yards, gas-stations…

riot shields, blast walls, tear gas… a lone generator moans and reverberates in a sunken outhouse as an oil drum fire flickers and spits… a camera flies high above all the ruined cities of the western lands… pages unbound, and burning… a sentence ignites, enraptured in mid-air… here are litanies of fear from the 49th parallel…

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