Tag: transmissions

military industrial remembrance fields no.1

…white-noise on the monitor, defective rounds in the chambers, terror in the eyes… broken hearts in perpetual agony… remembrance services honour working class war dead… sent to their early graves by etonian-oxbridge officers pursuing careers through the military… a busy weekend fire-bombing women and children… terrified foreigners boiled to death in their basements… poppy-fields hosed in bloodlust… walking out into mud-fields slaked in blood… morbid generals war-plans collapse amidst the fog and insurmountable carnage of the slaughter… horses drown in no man’s land… trench feet rot… aerial bombardment saturates innocents in fire and shrapnel… grim podium intonements of excess and filth; courting the pension-fund slave-masters… white devils in tailored suits spouting unfathomable rhetoric as the bombs fall and tracer rounds tear human flesh to ribbons… carpet bombing villages of strangers, smelting metals for medals, speaking slowly into the microphone, ash blowing on a dead breeze in remembrance…

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news reports from the CNNWTZ safehouse – central hotel eden manuscript glimpse

. . . 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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trump after inauguration no.1

with greasy senate fingers stuffed into our mouths, the bloated child-rapist takes to the throne… orange lizard-skin, dead eyes, a black-hearted psychotic stare over the teleprompter… one hundred thousand families in tears… rifles forced into the hands of our sons, lecherous hands cradling our daughters… poisonous waters flow over barren lands… blast-walls, checkpoints and barbed wire to the horizon…

internment camp swan-songs, oil-drum fires; strange fruit hanging from powerless street-lights… ‘if she wasn’t my daughter, i would probably aggressively rape her in the back of a chauffeur-driven presidential; no pun intended…’ columns of black smoke rising from mass-graves; burial grounds for the sick and the poor… malnutrition and abandonment for the worthless…

thousand dollar tailored slacks caked in demon-seed at the fly…. right-wing world leaders manipulating themselves to issue at the very prospect… stirring lies, misery and misinformation into a sinister brew to choke the pained throats of the poor unfortunates… grab her by the pussy and murder her sons where they try to rest… white devil apparition beaming itself from a full-hd flat-screen…

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base camp vantage point thought saturations no.1

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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one thousand grave candles lining the drained lake no.1

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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