Introduction

Before writing: The following is new but doesn’t follow a new format — when I write it, it will be a stream-of-consciousness piece incorporating mainly improvised rhyming but mostly “word salad” type associations. The “word salad” will be partially creative, partially passed along to “me” from internal speech (usually with whom I don’t identify; in other words, mild auditory hallucinations and similar but not hallucinated monologue, dialogue, etc). I’ll be listening to instrumental music as I write it; in the future I will experiment with/without music.

After writing: Definitely leaned more into rhyme and creatively combining words, I think a lot of why is from listening to music. I actually didn’t do much “listening” to internal voices on this one. Next time I’ll try silence and pausing more to catch what “they’re saying.”

The Piece

Internal infernal unfurls boiling pot of water on the stove exempt from subliminal serene flinging obscene leaning into the wind at full force morbid curiosity of course adjust course more towards unfounded words and verbiage despoiled portage worthless focus fortress morbid in full course less the most valuable portions bubbling potions wondering what’s next and go fish exploding holding the forces potent.

Undeniable scrying well deep fried dried mushrooms tried with ale beyond the smiling veil so try and tell viable monomaniacal poison in a vial and put on trial meanwhile styles transformed ampersand pondering hands eliminate teamwork flexible lexical metal syncopated to the revelry and consigned to the devil oh well time for more show and tell bestow the well wishes a smoking stale landscape eternity pitted worm infested befitting the last crying age cryogenically frozen brazen emblazoned pacing back and forth.

Wounds and psychic disfigurement straining ligaments when the bosses incite the peonage to go insane over pigments and ethnography which they probably sloppily copy every day anyway so the Lord sayeth stay away unfazed and swayed leaderless perfunctory ignoble habitual minuscule vacuole it’s like whack-a-mole with fascists going around tapping holes tapping phones it’s a battle call it’s a battle cry approached head on with side eye in this global pig sty like why try for one I’m blinded by the alienated false truth this guy describes they want us to die and they’re shutting down the breadlines.

Dying for a second chance in happenstance recalcitrant fuck it let’s dance on top of all the dying ants lying fast to the drying grass aligned with crystalizing glass shrapnel blowing and blossoming from out of the past as the inferno rushing passes.

I fell in love with yet another actress redacted in my fancies exactly drastically prancing looks into the camera with a loathsome glance inconspicuous unfamiliar debilitating familiars servitors and egregores grimoires hooks into flesh and mind frame is redefined in real time in the mind’s eye perpendicular scriptural vehicular omnicide freedom in a mustard seed as the Earth bleeds.

Humble and downtrodden forgot by whom begotten so often are the iron softening problems forecasting more massacres and slaughters in Zion at the end of the day the kids just want a soft Nylon rag and a can of Krylon Freon advance directive drawn in Crayon passed in the street and they look at us straight on blink and skate on floating above the abysmal encrusted with gourmet victuals pictured indifferently by criminals with missiles silos destroyers carriers and fleets and history set on repeat as the globe continues to heat.

We have to stand on our feet for the elites to amass cash as we weep lose our minds in our sleep and when we wake up we go even deeper the hunter and seeker your magic bottled up in a beaker and mass produced to turn the masses into cattle ahead of the coming butchery in the rookery trashing domiciles in a 15 mile radius severing arteries and smashing cookery plus booking fee it just worries me is all.

The magazines and television show an orgiastic phantasmagoria blooming and exploding out to capture the souls already ingested by the camera and the soundtrack is cursed too contrived by the wisest ones with the worst views who want nothing better than to hurt you and put you in the dirt for worm food and float off berserk in a balloon attached to a ballroom in the dull gloom.

So powders and flowers waiting for us after hours to dissolve our powers all under the acid rain showers and stowaways throw away bashfulness and learn how to glower in a world so suddenly melted brackish and sour as the petit bourgeoisie cower in the corner if they make it they’ll try to claim they tried to warn us soul distended intending fragmented sending blending with heart rending befriending of the world as its ending lending a helping hand but it’s empty.

Lean back into the chalice filled with a liquid black and oily over an insipid laugh track puerile and vile continents’ coasts turn into islands separated by miles collapse as by style vital signs masked and suborned to despicable acts and others tasks they can’t tell us in person because we’d disembowel them so they send only faxes packed with partial facts and in the corner a facsimile of the torture rack they have in the back.

Groggily open eyes wide almost in time for today’s daily flogging at the wrong end of a sadist’s good time at the bottom out in the open we caught them but doing something about it isn’t treated as an option because we’re robotic and poisoned with mass media cultural toxins once the boils started popping dismantled with soliloquy mental disability facilities spray painted with praying nobility capturing the form and essence but lacking agility and sacrality maddening damage accumulates and it’s either left to wait or left to fate.

Sometimes the well lisps up at the sky when nobody’s around as it drowns gurgling out soft sounds here then and now for nobody to hear but the birds without crowns which weight too many pounds to levitate elegantly and every once in a while from the sky down comes a line gigantic and elephantine in a blasting ray that always changes yet stays the same in a way each passing day that lays where it’s staged.

Ensorcelled by rage and turned inwards without reflection or contemplation and rounded off like part of an equation estimated for an eloquent recalibration on the eve of the engagement now sitting in the basement debased ancestors chased off and waved away as soon as they stop contributing to the gravy train and that’s heredity that’s the stick with which we’re measuring all dharmas are treasures in a way but big pharmacological industrial complexes want to harm us induce us to buy the farm and foreclose on it for the coming age.

So it’s a party and nobody is laughing gods outside the universe are coming to crash it smash the whole place and burn it to ashes.

So let us imagine a simple dance riot through the streets and drag them out of their palaces before they send us to die over rare earth magnets.