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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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