Down beneath a mud murkiness tender,
Missing in onyx oleaginous waters,
In vanta void ball abolitions.
And every person deceased,
Docile, lamblike, disillusioned, despondent.
Peremptory imperious faced,
But endless now…
In my wake, the abyssal gape.
Stumbling chairs, mirror maws,
Dirty laundry, curdling milk,
Four walled fever sweats,
All around the emptiness is exhausted from hungry.
The room traverses,
The furniture languid fluxes in entropies rot,
The floorboards long and wet warble sickly.
Everything moves in the room:
Sludge slithers and masks motion,
Tripping and torsions, stumbling forwards,
Heaving sighs franchise freeing.
Innocent lunatics from the store,
Then they bore…humiliation.
The bleeding blot in tumoured brains,
Pupils as wide a molten medal.
With amorous avarice glance fervently,
Narcissus drew the shores deservedly,
The burning lake bares down relentlessly,
Eternal remorseful of self pity.
Sisyphus, earned that stone,
Emerged a hundred years ago,
Dead, they penetrated deep towards the core.
Loophole to existential exploit,
Exposition of dichotomous discourse.
Returns in cyclical Sisyphean elope,
Tartarian villainy extinguishes all hope.
Detonating varmints vehemence from subtext,
Entropy erupted, finished and enervated,
All gravity discarded,
All packages disregarded.
Phoenix egged burnt lucency of Zion,
Hovering sounds moaned intoned as each dead fell,
Failings fall, shiver and dead rise faltering,
Dilly-dallying zephyr riles,
The gale gusts in undulations maddeningly.
Of those who’ve died, exhausted beyond insightful;
In blood crawled belaboured flame,
The throes of dying around the infinity of the crucified.
IR – Nail, skull-shaped hill sanguinary adytum infinities,
Staples screws hairpins for twisted banditry,
Judas dips faithless betrayal at Church tables,
Fish sauce fouled by the damnable falsity.
Fire steel breathes listens reverberation,
Onion layered stars laugh at us in the halogens’,
In the boulevards of burnt women, Neptune erupts.
Dorian Gray recording Faustian in frame,
Hedonistic beauty with no refrain,
The stain of life cannot be contained,
The portrait portrays portents of every sin.
I arise from tenebrous dead depths,
Candle flickers loping limping legion of devils,
Outcry groans moans, in the half-light;
“Lazarus, come forth.”
The wake in terrible miserable ache,
Heaven is snatched away,
Exclamations of “Why Lord!” echo in the horror,
Sylvia Plath enters heated caves and Virginia Wolfe gathers stones.
Effort to effected cause willed power,
Effect to instructed methodized procedure,
Frankensteined to abhorrent complete,
And finally, a stake to vampiric heart.
Deadly health loans and lonesome lighthouses,
Forced union voluntary spacing,
And calling wiling witnesses.
The Renaissance is spent,
Lady Lazarus laments.
Faded Jerusalem is ruins,
Desert caravans careen to dust,
Siberian singers slough to slowing in brumal,
The Kentucky fiddling twangs into splinters,
The revelation of reasons loss.
Illusions project, abject objectification bisect,
Logic languishes in the defects.
Blessed be you, sublimely unreasonable,
Among the reasonably riled retinue.
Resurrection on hellish loop, no replete,
Rapidly cycles repeats, no retreats.
The misery of waking wakes and new sickly dawns,
Stretching out past far beyonds.
Zombie Lazarus we, maintaining decency in decaying
And pushing stones, lime slimed hair and souls in nose, abominations rose,
Narcissus drowned long ago…in the beloved lake arms enfolds.
Photo Credit: Vincent Van Gogh “The Raising of Lazarus”