"WUQUB’ KAQIX, IMPOSTOR OF THE MOON & SUN"

what is it, surging between these columns
upon this moonless eve,
as if sulphur-lit volcanoes belching smoke
to dispel between these mountain clefts,
if not the misty breath of Chaahk, embrued 
with the slobber of the yuum-kuuts turkey
adorned with Itzamna scales,
and stinking like the unfurled vapours of Xibalba ! 

judgement day descends convolved
horizons wrapped in ages spurned to fire
crucified upon the spaceward-flowing sky
amidst the tumbling cotton clouds 
in autumnal foliar whirls 

the million-colored light shines through
the rotten coos of dying doves 
as the first cold shade of the ultimate night,
as if a vesper to a dusk without morning : 
the saber-taloned feet of night
predate upon the final dawn 
and lifts it off to lands forlorn
to gorge and glut its flesh

the bloom of bluish molds beneath
the necromantic sun
drip colors like big drops of dew
upon the crystal sleep 
whereunder wounded dragons fall upon
a foliage of supernal hues and shades 
Saturnian sapphire, amethysts of Mars
and the jade, rarest, of most distant cenotes 

the sacred flower opens wide 
her thickest petal, creaming exudate, a sickest sepal, 
and tepals most black-rotten, fleshly lips 
of purple matter, slimy labia, 
its liana growing league by league 
across the swathes of flora, beyond control, 
dark and deep and dense and damp :

come calendar's end ! 

father of all hideous caimans ! 

brother of the calamitous ground-quake ! 

Wuqub’ Kaqix, return ! 

impostor of the Moon & Sun ! 

operator of the venomous blow-gun 
amidst the dense Mayan bush ! 

return to the blow of our sacred conches
return to the beating clams 
of our adamantine gongs of doom ! 

"PLANETARY TRAUMATIC STRESS DISORDER"

black rotten tulips
and dahlias
drenched in blood

choal-gassed snow
line the most precious
of our avenues

vampire worms
in their gelatinous orgies
squirm in the cranium
of a raped and mutated canine

sour anchovies,  purulent sardines
the mushy pulp of decomposing guava

the chives and shallots green from mold

the broken spine of a toddler clenched
in the maws of a dead wolf

the horizon once shimmered
in violet and gold :
strange dyes and stranger colours
which exist
not more ---
we killed them
we suffocated them
in a great grey blanket of smog

only a sardonic thickness,
a blackness without origin,
without reprieve, without antidote,
propel through the cirrus cloudery

seagulls brood over sterile eggs

birds hide in their small holes

swarms of dead butterflies
drift on the foaming seafront

disoriented turtles move inward
to die on the atoll's dry dunes of salt

sea-birds nest beneath the purulent ribs
of a whale's remnant
washed ashore in stink and mist
unceremoniously

a hundred swans hang lynched from there
to sway in total twilight

the gasses abscond like toxic fire
pillaring towards a nauseous sky

even the scorpions
which crawl amongst the stones
die from the heat

even the viperfish
which swim in the deepest depths
succumb to the pressure

the teeth of a horrible saw
tears through the bough of Yggdrasil

we are doomed as a species
and that is a good thing

"BLOATED OCHEROUS SKIES ABOVE INDUSTRIAL HELL"

the sun is drunk on blood
the sun is soaked in sweat
the sun is covered with tar
the sun has spots

the boulevards are draped in dying gaslight

the sun is weird and swarthy
the sun has bruises
the sun is jaundiced and broken
from its endless labor
arund the earth

broken trombones blare the cacophony of industry
beneath the bloated ocherous skies

blood stains the cobblestone  
as the strangled harlot is carried away
under palls of interminable darkness

and the puddles of alcoholic vomit
tributaries to the Great Thames !

a palette of  broken human life
raw sewage and all of Satan's smog
disgrace the life-vein of Albion

Rejoice ! the resplendent glories of London !

blessed be these days
when the Capital of the Empire
float on debris and rotting jetsam

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dawn has broken ---
the women knead the beige dough
into a thick and stocky bun
as broken men congregate
around their breakfast tables

droolings of light
descend
fall
upon the pungent tripe --- there is nothing else to eat

nothing more than a measly plot of grass
they own --- at best...
many sleep with the rotting dogs on the foreshore

look ! come laborer, come foreman, sick they are the same !

serenade of grotesque physiognomies
caught in a sick satanic funnel

stare into a million shovelfuls of coal forevermore
as you pass the spade to your son and die your death of depletion !

miners and bricklayers
navvies, sweeps and mudlarks
of the new world dystopia ---
start the machines,
light the shafts,
man the signal posts
flood the factory floors
breathe deep the gas and sulphur

rotten teeth rattle on the factory floor

black is the darkness which runs
from the pustulent wounds of the phossy jaws

sacks of pus overrun the oral mucosa
in acts of biological warfare

a foul discharge emanates
as corrupted skeleton rots away

the terrible agony of a ruptured fistula
terrorizes the poor woman

the saliva drips from the sequestered mouth
into the silo of white boiling sulphur

there are consequences to being a pretty match-stick girl, right ?

ignominy is destiny
an endless poverty in disgrace
becomes her lot

hideously deformed forevermore !

here is no peace
here is no thriving
here is no health
here is no pride

here, faces are furrowed and brows are craggy,
cheeks are blanched and they are
stained with tears of resignation  

their bodies bulge with chords of muscle,
with tortured tendons stretched snap-ready
speckled with flea-bites !

life under siege, molestation of the soul,
the fathers in panic and mothers in resignation
as they sell their children for stale bread

terror-shudders befall the filthy worker
beneath the mighty ferruginous facades of Metropolis

the skin is assaulted by the mire and excreta
and attacked by sickness-demons
and fat, wealthy industrialists
with demonic wings and horns of fire

children crush to death in the clogs of the imperialist machinery

imperious potbellied elite
how they yelp like bitches
panting and squeeling
for yet more wealth
yet more gold, yet more might

modernity is the ultimate tautology of degeneration

"EVEN A HASSOCK WILL SEEM BEAUTIFUL"

even the when the final pest dies off
we will note it as something tragic,
something wrong and foreboding,
something that could have been avoided,
a kind of great tragedy in and of itself

because it carries implication :

what it means is
that the final pest will die
because it no longer has
any crops to even destroy

things changed in the end ---
the farm-fields burned to scorched soil

no more trees
no more water
no more flowers
no more air fresh to breathe

were we not all disturbed
as even the parasites were cleaned off the surface
of this raped little ball,
this cosmic wanderer, our human home ?

even the extinctions of roaches we will lament
there on the final days

in the end, the merest thought of seasons
will seem to you paradise, something lost to time,
something vintage, something glorious

in the end

even a hassock will seem beautiful

"THE DIMPLES OF VENUS"

Venus, Goddess, Mother of victory, keel of human life :
soak me the sugary spit of your gorgeous Dryads !

cohort of Vulcan and Mars !
Erycina ! ! Caelestis ! Anadyomene !

Come, appear ! upon the quadriga brilliant, scentful :
rose and myrtle, evergreen wreath, virile womb of glory !

from the chariot, the stallions abreast :
blind me with the diadem and strike me with the scepter :

redden the green moss along the blue river
with the drippings of your royal blood :
Menarche of dawn, halo of life, triumphal new beginning !

soft peach velvet warmth, come, Great Blessed Genetrix :
the earth vibrates like a lyre-string
upon your brittle ivory

admire this Olympian body !
flesh of marble, cunt of flowers ! our Venus is resplendant
upon these Pleiades !

spray lactescent upon the firmament !
empty your chalice upon these milky stars
and fiery swarms of flaring rocks burning in their blue flames

beauty, fineness, love ! depths of lust and madness,
the human slavery under yokes of it,
sidereal in cosmic grace, boundless in implication,
ever-lasting, eternal, insoluble
undeniable, immutable inherent artistry of creation
aesthetic of the Gods, a gilded pallor of paradox,
an ever-deepening red-glow inferno of beauty :
burning rivers of bubbling tar and angry, hissing fumes...

submerge me and drench me in the liquids...
remind me that all ignoble evils
are but freak mutations of your absence...

bask me in the serene smells of wisdom,
dull me with inebration, overdose my body

melt me in your auspicious vision,
most imposing, most brilliant ever-gleaming,
your heralding of hope ! melt me
as a flake of snow to a fire !
melt me in piquant gourds of colocynths

dismantle me in the beauty
of the Callipygian idol

the faint vestiges of my once charism
is trampled below the goatfeet of Pan :
i surrender ! i yield ! i acquiesce !

catch me like a fly or a midge or a gnat,
entrap me in these filaments of beauty

Cloacina ! drink now the sludge of these inverted rainbows !

whirlwinds of furious fire lick the palaces of Jupiter :
i leap forthwith into the lurid flamery...

"CIRCASSIAN SHORE"

a white swan glides amorously
suspended in invisible leagues
of heaven

floating

soaring

triumphally across the cloudery

nacreous waves breathe forth
its rhythms down below,
rolling into glaciers of gold,
below suns of silver, embered skies,
gulfs of foaming life

marl and silt

sun and steel

love and beauty

mute trees sway in the wind
cradling the beautiful nests
of seagull mothers

every drop of the great blue sea
is pristine and pure
tonight

clysters of serenity ! sea of topazes,
majestic dance of belugas !

a perfect marine azure
i dissolve into

once upon the time
we lived here

i shall never forget
my origins

"AN ADORATION OF EOS" (work in progress, just began)

(work in progress, a little bit more experimental in form;
basially pure Rimbaud worship)

the scent of satyr's sweat, beads of sin,
abscond like toxic fire, pillaring upward
creeping towards the sky from which a hundred Pans
hang lynched;

its vapors scatter, dissolve in the pregnant light emergant;
crystals of nocturnal prides deform to balls of murk
to float away and disappear upon triumphal dawn

crooks and thieves busying themselves
with damned ignoble ventures
scatter like pests and cats with rabies
at the break of light : here comes morning !
here comes the flowing lustre of Eos, as if a deluge,
as if a flood, as if a total banisher of darkness,
a conqueror of dragons,
an extractor of the red teeth of devils
a victor of night-mares, tetherer of lucifuguous phantoms !

come dawn, come Eos, come collapse to the reign of vampires;
come sickness of light to their realm :
taint their bidding with water and sunlight;
mock their master with smiles and the good deeds :
disperse their cruel stench with the cinders of night !

strike banishment to the night-hags : begone !
strike fear to the wanderers of astral worlds -
stay put in your damned wormholes !
rouse fear in the eyes of black wolves,
fend off the black bears with torch and spear,
cleanse the nests of black demons with vomitous fire !

CLEANSE NOW THIS AIR BY THE BLESSING OF THEIA !

beautiful embroideries upon a firmament
to rain down and bless man down there,
the dancing of angels and sighing of the white clouds !

suddenly ! a rope from heavenly gallows,
a shower of mystical orbs and a warmth,
as if hammering an anvil,
strikes upon my left cheek - i close my eyes, as
mysterious sonnets fall
from gilded rows of stars - and night
spasms into morning !

a slight rustle of wings
emerge amongst the rose-blood
of trees, as nymphs of beauty,
sprites of fells and sprites of glades
disband into vaporous forms
to float above and beyond the curve
of the great meadow of Asphodel