the naked woman peeps through the hollowed trunk
gorging on the ear of Malchus
as Judas escapes with his kiss
like the disgraced king at midnight
awaiting the morn of usurpation
those cold of heart are burned in an ever-lasting flame !
those fit of body are nailed to a post
as to never run or climb or swim again !
those wanton of lust are impaled through their ass
as to never crave penetration again !
and those stout and thick of build
are hung from the hooks of butchers
and are forced then to ingest
the most impure and pungent of foods :
how can you even masticate the contents of your foul mouth
with all these frogs leaping in constant out of there ?
the punished in hell are but cogs
amalgamated into the bizarre machinery
with whose twisting and turning
grinds humanity to the finest flour
the drunkard drowns in his own flask of spirits
trying to find a ship
receive the tonsure
swallow the blood
munch the flesh of Christ
take your beating without impunity
accept the corporeal punishment
and pray for spiritual discipline
a precarious dancing in proximity
to the steep slopes of the precipice,
abyss of privation and addiction !
trapped in Brueghelian hell !
where life perishes wretchedly
submerged into hellmouths,
left to drown theredown !
infernal, restless realms...
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)
Tuesday, August 20, 2024
"TRAPPED IN BRUEGHELLIAN HELL"
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