Thursday, December 28, 2023

"THE TUNDRA NEVER ENDS", p. VI

   aurora skies draped in fiery ice
   shining blue & red above her sled

   under the stars of a heavenly bed eternal
   journeys Arnaruluunguaq
   across never-ending expanses
   of snow, snow and rock

   the aurora borealis plays
   on the absolute darkness
   of the arctic firmament this night

   Arnaruluunguaq is enthused, impassioned
   with the spirits of her ancestors
   and falls to the ground, backwards, onto her back

   flakes of stellar wisdom, droplets of ancestral pride
   moisten the air, thawing its icy vapor
   and rains, descends upon her

   she tries to catch whatever she can thereof,
   with her mouth and her lips and her tongue

Sunday, December 17, 2023

"THE STENCH OF INSOMNIA"

   alien methane palls
   and vomit-green ammonia vapors
   spread in my chamber

   shadowy silhouettes of insomnia
   lurk
   like wolfhound packs
   around the carrion

   wormholes to the kingdom of sleep are barred

   i open the veins of anxiety's arch-angels,
   a bleed-through between levels of reality and perception

   stranded in dimensional fossa
   am i
   overcome by emotions

   Hypnos throws a lasso
   through the introitus
   which i miss
   again…

   sedative and hallucinatory
   floating clouds of miasma

narcoleptic deities in charge of the world
are tangled in the threads of time

   the horse-flies crawl
   upon this sultry humid flesh tonight

stenches of anxiety and perspiration
pearls of sweat and stinking fabric
insomniac evangelion writings on the wall :
i ruminate on my nocturnal angst graffiti !

   i feel the sour rot of sleeplessness
   vibrate the very hairs of my nostrils  

   vapors from the interdimensional scrap heap
   fill these tragic sleeping quarters tonight

i can hear, when i so try, but quietly in my midst
the sluggish march of anteaters
make way through the Ursa Major
beneath the fourteenth moon of Saturn

i can hear, when i so try, but quietly in my midst,
the feral paws of a feline God
chasing the spoor of an astral moose
upon the heavenly tapestry

   my head is hastily shaven
   and smitten with dandruff and scabs
   my skin is torn and xerotic
   and insects crawl upon it
   as i, once again,
   am banished from the kingdom

the pupae dwells in every stale bog
beneath the heliacal ascension of Sirius
in their insectile repose :
i am not allowed to enter !

i circle around my dwelling-place
as if a mosquito around a cistern during dog days
alone and cold, unable to rest :
dreams arrest in malign insomniac spells –
what did i do to deserve this ?

   i wish no longer to enter my bed-chamber,
   but who am I to refuse the gift of Hypnos ?

   i wish i was haunted by ghosts !
   then, i could fear the darkness
   for another reason

   i would rather sleep with mares and demons
   than to be forever-awake, even if in paradise

   i wish insomnia upon my worst enemy :
   it is an excellent way to break the human spirit

Monday, December 11, 2023

"REDEMPTION ON HOLD (UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE)"

    I

the sun sinks through a swollen sky
like a rock through the belly of a bloated cadaver

upon the circumzenithal arc the dome burst :
a cosmic migration of bats evades this shadow-hole
and flees into our world

the sun sticks, suspends  

in the nictitating membranes
of time

as does human memory

ruthless accelerative phenomena
beyond all human control

   we all become rust-covered swords
   and fossils of naive hope
   buried deep in the mire of history

   and onward ever backward
   we wander
   trying to find our way
   back to redemption

    II

mystical vessel of trans-Neptunian penetration
delivers an ominous message
from beyond the Kuiper belt  

behold the hail of comets ! volleys of muskets
saluting the coming of conclusion !

the sun is a black hole
an enormous ball of kinetic energy
hanging from the gibbet of the universe
and whoever, whatever crushes this piƱata
get to claim the prize :

     total nuclear annihilation

     total synapse destruction

crawling towards the Omega Point
an ultimate revelation of wisdom :

the universe may be indifferent to intelligence
no matter how spiritually refined it may be