Work in progress, by Layla Al Kiz Kulesi – Not for you
Dedicated by Hatun Amira Crayola de Sonvabitch, Sarıkız of Gure, born in the kingdom of Kurkuma; Sultana’s Efendi, Kizlar Aghasi, general of the girls etcetera. An inscription as well as a dedication found in the Orhon valley, in the language of unintelligible speech; an enigmatic alphabet, next to a bloody dagger and Turkish runes, scribed in scrawling script.
Translated into English, by a completely self-taught idiot.
Time and place: 2019, Belgrade is under water and under attack by the Turkish invasion of Operation Atilla Code.
The poem follows a fair maiden; Dihya Layla Al, a female seer and military leader who has just returned from a 7th century mission in the Maghreb, known as Kiz Kulesi, leading the resistance of N’Nonmiton Beninin. Our mothers, amazons under the parole of Things Fall Apart; whose lady mother, Valide Hatun is quarantined in a a clinic for infectious diseases for 20 days, while reading the book of Leviticus, that tells of how to quarantine leppers and other creatures suffering from a new age zoonotic virus. And fair maiden’s mother, in a desire to overcome her naturally caused thanatophobia, even though there is no sign of any illness. She is obsessed with the idea of arranging her own funeral, as in the scriptures. The nails and hair trimmed, a burying-place mundane and out of sight. With aesthetic appeal and and a high monetary cost.
Only one person in Belgrade under the water and under the Turkish invasion of operation Atilla Code is idle with riches and is responsible for expensive funerals, and that is Hatun Amra Crayola de Sonvabitch, Sultana’s Efendi, who already bought off-street visitor parking; breaking parking restriction for Turks at the Highgate Cemetery in England.
But Amira and Dihya Layla Al; female seer fair maiden, used to be best friends, but now they avoid each other at all costs…using only diacritical signs, accents or glyphs added as a form of The Ghegs ancient communication; which often fails to give Layla the necessary visa to enter Belgrade under Amira’s ancestors concubinage…illegible handwriting…
This poem had a number of beginnings.
The thoughts are existence. The language is negation.
As I lowered behind tisn’t pleasant places.
I shhh the breath of screaming inside inception,
I listen to her lung congestion,
Limiting flooding fluids with damp swabbing,
Scattered pharmakeia herbage holistic,
Cybele motherly ailing and abjured.
Death rattle gales exhale,
Doth Demeter survive, prevailed.
Eyguieres cursed tabular abacus,
Offering desiccating bird sacrifice,
Trading transmission of healing and resurrection.
An ancient winged youth,
Will trap her in a sack.
A down-turned torch wreaths smoke butterflies,
Buried Spartan warriors strident sarcophagi.
Sentimental salutations signals.
In ériu–banba–fódla, a world of delights.
She’s coughing…’annwyfn, annwvyn, annwfyn!’
Outburst explosions sickly impressions voicing,
Whispering wheeze valley nearby nausea golden plated river…
Full of shit.
Many cobbles risen from smitten wisdom,
House of Lazarus, house of ruins,
Drunk with the innocence.
Blazing bamboo flute stricken Holy Spirit,
Depart the sanguine track in wakes,
As I am silence gazing roses in foreign lands,
Where earthquakes endear the choking sighs of men.
Scoundrel clutches shekels, hammered by moistly hate,
Slaughterers sight, stubborn little twat with ego conflagrate,
Pale ghoul like the dead on catafalque cooling boards.
Athena is angry:
Your gaunt grim greed advances,
Deceit to common sense appeal, pyets in stolen nests of honest men.
I will not wind long worn confessions,
Obscurities to hide my desiderata,
But augment my blisses, my expertise, my potencies,
To the carnage of little cunts and their mother’s bardship.
In dread bonum I made pacts with your adversaries.
I, a Spartan God of glowering mockery bravely battle,
Their narrow-minded provincial pettiness.
As requiescat requiem pace may rest in peace,
Their leering wars fourscore fell past last stammering noon’s,
If I depart this mourning coil the funeral toll must be paid.
Quick you purmblid brat hark bark,
And swift, push away every ounce of furore.
In all of the inferno bible writes,
Fringe the sad toothless minstrels,
Forgiveness in idleness, debt collection insolence.
For funerary, asking foes for currency.
Cast out the bitches, they are loathsome with stitches.
In case Minerva departs us…
Oh stars shining through preponderancy centuries,
Gall rival pride, antagonist sage in unfortunates haze,
Battlements soliloquy, removed from the work of divinity,
Towers fall from the sky, Persephone so hard done by…
Hera cloys despondent grabbing my Jesus tunic, mouth agape:
Tragedy! I make deals with monsters for her salvation!
Bestial and horrid Gorgona expects me!
Grasps and fracturing decentred reviled and faints.
Such malice I subdue and depart to procession,
To not so tender a creature.
And quiescence, down to the four depths,
Chasms impossible for monsters to ascend.
Adversities’ abaft nature, stood at stake and bound,
Her thorned mind, puerile in horror’s forceful face,
Obedience to common sense, glowing on idiot’s shore.
Thundering the spider’s pavements,
I preach on Belgrade’s streets, preparing for stridency’s strides,
Rescinding mid flirtation, breathing beneath blocks.
Apathetically dazed Hades,
The final act is done then remade,
Not with eager moves but cold incessance.
I dare not name it…
A sceptre form insatiate, armour shimmering initiate,
Possible impossibility, believing in unbelievability’s.
The grave is closed and cradled desperate respire.
Oh Juno! Peace be with thy possible sputtering embers to ashes,
Respirations imbibed this too shall not thrive!
Not shackles to borrows of either friend or foe,
And this one yet appals, with horn and falls,
Branding of ambitious murder rejoined.
Carnage fruitful vile and falls,
From her lips of deceit, false ponderances from peaks of goodness.
Profoundly disturbed drunken degeneracies’,
Of fortunate fate foul soul sucking ghoul.
Praise be Gugalanna, of nightmare size, of vampiric menace,
On earth unleashed!
So soft the farewell once was – snatched from ashes,
From cafes…flashback sentimental in sepia’s.
Once generous pyres loved ardency’s devotee.
Remnant madness maudlin mauling my arts,
Enacting the falsity of charm,
And sparrows to her bosom,
Her accoutrement, aureate hair memories,
Secluded before me.
I could worship you!…To funerals!
My Aphrodite! An endosperm of mirrored settlings,
Accords and horror Hades beyond the river Styx,
The couplet pens new novella’s,
Secret circle reclamations of esoteric enigmas,
Without repose the liquor absolves beyond.
The long buried wrecks beyond rest,
Gugalanna compelled savours my sanguine,
So saccharine sweetly bloody Rynfield’s syndrome susurrates,
Cocktails at sunrise with ice, cookbooks for cannibalized.
Feasts for sanguinary slayings, but…
Flashbacks depart, obsessive pathetic pathos ends…
All the Tartini’ sonatas in woe,
Flaming with pitiless perdition.
This being done, winged Ishtar, by Clavicula Salomonis,
Is not enough to cure a witch as her physician.
Still muse upon Calliope soul in wish to comfort bring,
The poverty foul of carrying all completion.
Polyhymnia proposals make visages of Solos,
To gather light from the might of Titans arrayed,
For her shiny, happy, laughing funerary arranged,
Lain flat on mortuary boards, washed in running waters…
And how from thence forth, I…
Facing blossoming willows of mine,
Facing anxieties and colonies a la lazaretto,
Leprosarium in Caesar’s hospice.
Before the judgment in wrath, fury and torture,
And time – kama pazam yesh leha?
In patterns tawny and darkened,
Pounds, ounces, pennies box the mind,
Unsealed unlocked revealed from hearts hearth.
Triple cover blooms clouds between fields,
Dismal shrouding me, thy is the castle cacophony,
Tied to breed idolatry, scraps of foods in poverty,
‘tis some bravery that shames me.
Nothing…nothing…but miles to the cemetery, death’s vile estuary,
Differentials extinct between friend and foe,
To dire dusts we all depart in returning,
Overflowing passes requiems.
Grave thew’s in duels, magicians and mobs,
Charnel homes choked and crowded,
The open moor maw’s mewl shared souls
The box in bile vividly coloured,
Stain glass strained and blind,
Corpses worthy estranged in engage,
Faces abhorrence rearranged,
Visages of friendly foes fixate.
Thine is the repository! Thine is the tower! Thine is the castle!
Wasted shekels on broken hurts and hearts,
Disgusting guzzle’s gasps gulps avarice.
Crystal balls, crystal chandelier, Turkish marches feared,
The long nosed ballerina dances and riles,
In cruelties deadly disease.
Mistakes may require hours, Amira remarks,
Thus embarks my fatigue through fulsome fear,
Bewail I in misery motifs;
Stones in forever forgotten weep, shine’s digress,
Shine shekel savagery…for now…
But the silent dust rises in easterly eclipse,
Again…the night! Again and again and again…in night…
Drowsy thing deceiver amidst the dull deem,
The tamarind in tension arises,
From the Nemrut mountains to Kütahya fortress!
With charnel choices,
Defunct pazamnik me.
With swords and quills armaments,
Janissary agha ardency,
Haya basir tip haca giziroglu.
Sultan Mustafa, Tsar of all the Turks,
In dawn attacks swarmed the beauty matchless of Layla Kız Kulesi,
Under stygian clouds, in obsidian hoods,
Words spawn crepuscule stains swords in veins.
Kanuni Mustafa passionate zodiacs.
The battle at the dolomites peaks…
And there she reigns,
Switches and wires, toggles and liars, controllers and triggers,
Privacy and mirrors and one…single…button on surface mounts,
Pale as ponderous diorite.
In repetition without replete she is pressing and pressing and pressing,
Electrical cicadas and crickets buzz from hills to valley’s,
She presses and presses and presses…
From Vashundol to foul fells and abysmal,
Upon uncertain rests a murmur rustles in the betwixt beeps,
Implorations, supplications from stars and moon to giant Jupiter,
Until my name has cast its light upon magnesium mountains.
Less attuned voice she to the tambours,
Membranophone foe with variola visage.
The hills reciprocating repeats in outstretched outlines,
Two halves equal bisect by slouching Turks in force,
The magic works of brave prince warrior of old Kurkama,
Defending every utterance of his intercom.
Intercom kingdoms conquering Belgrade in 1501,
By Agha Kanuni and his beatific daughter beloved,
Sarıkız of Gure prevents, to purge pyres most maligned,
Riding a two-headed dragon to tumble towers,
Kaz with eyes of azure emeralds and ambered sorrel.
Intercom’s pallid peaked, vestal in the spire, wolved supine in silvers,
With djinn tricks and ticks flicks on switchboard buttons…
…and now, without further ado…
Darling Diana dragged to funerary pyre,
Sancta Maria tied to steaks in deep dark woods!
Blessed death divine!
And the devil of another compelled capacity waits…in the ruins.
Pearlescent sanguinity chained to monolith mountain sides,
Bosnian buzzards teetering in last circulations,
Aphid’s abhorrence in alt-right gauntlets!
Nitroglycerin forced through our thorax,
Argon coerced between lips,
Boron liquified, compelled through corpses…in…and out…
Sonderkommando descent down gas chambers,
In pits pyretics petalled and discarded.
Two words – five syllables,
Through vapour vista voids into reverie,
Rich clouds cumulous to refuse rain.
As bladders and bags cathetered,
Urinary excreta and the shaking chills.
My halo perishes in fogging miasmal crystalline,
Ache antediluvian agony terra firma annihilation,
Becoming one experiencing fasciculation.
Shaitan unceasing twanging wiry minds,
Amoebas remains of former argosy trusts to use,
The course of years in present pretence,
Of viscerally vinal ism’s infinitesimal.
I, Shd. spectamur agendo; shedding acts, drowning in effects,
Shd. etc. also ala Philology.
(Hands that cannot afford high gates at outsets in paratheses),
Not naught absolute’s,
Cruel scorpion Sigismundo in chains
Beneath the toad and venomous web.
Fortunate golden accordant of mortal arms,
Keeping the wolverine from work in progress.
Vurryspeshul; tranquil tinctures in ageless freedom fathoms,
Quarantine is fangless tooth,
A loveseat lair, Acheron imposition.
Illegible handwriting fells the cedars of Lebanon…
And in the final cut…
You are safe…
You are free…
You are beautiful…
And as far as anyone can tell, by sub-powers of speed enhanced – Lady Athena remains existent; vividus animans! In flight, suddens of appearance and disappearance in Europe alight. With bat wings grim to capture prey, she eased the dread of thanatophobia and viruses, an avid taphophile, attending the course of gravestone arts, epitaphs and digging tombs without using wings. Someone reported a great fire near London – the Highgate East Cemetery is still badly damaged in an arson attack by pyromaniac extremist in 2022. There is a cenotaph of a famous Sir…stolen