Munch-like spirals of ominous colors
devour the edge of the world
sutures across the sky
rupture to explode
black muck across the world
lofty barriers of ice disintegrate
penguins squawk murmurously from a distance
the blubber of seals rot in disgrace
ravaged by bulimic polar bears
vomiting their disgusting pellets
into the sea
a world of ice melts
the horizon is vaguely azureous, with
auburn-shifting crimson shades
and a feverish tone to it
the blonde eye in the sky
stares like a rapist
downward
intensely
the children weep in the heat
and verily refuse to reciprocate
the smile of a mirthless sun
infected with the glum of knowing
exactly what is in store for them
migrainiac visons
and sightings of doom forbearance
are spotted in an extreme afar
getting closer at the speed of light
scarlet belts hang from the sky
and bleed into the troposphere,
it rains across the endless ocean-water :
like flesh-wounds across the heavens
suspended from inertia and momentum !
rancid purple blood effluvium
stink up the morning gusts
jaded nature gives up
the conference of the birds stifle
cedars and thujas burn to crisps
the strangled sparrows tweet
in a total kind of silence evermore
sailors vomit above the railing
sudden outbursts of proprioceptive disruptions and ill rage –
this distress signal broadcasted from sources unknown !
Uppsala's premier sewer-rat - the town's least prolific amateur wordsmith. poetry-attempts seeped in the historical, the mythical and the ever-so-human. A fiery follower of the 'Poete maudit' tradition. Apocalypticist and eschatological. Anti-modern. Decadent, spiritual, extreme, beautiful, dystopian, romantic. Personal, confessional, devotional. Everything posted = work in progress. This blog writes under the banner of, and in ever allegiance to, The End Commune (2012-2022; revived in 2025)
Thursday, October 5, 2023
"DISTRESS SIGNAL – SOURCE UNKNOWN"
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