Bent twists Been twisting Stolen raw Awe molded “Cey fanto gul roat” Thursday’s strange havoc, bent twisted up in a Sunday drool-faded smirk Levitation, aroused. Sent me to where my spine was found grated as finely as the churned butter-stone atop the spewed rocky mist mountain foam cloud, Hovering descent, Escalations nerve-wracking, lonely murmurs murmuring Crescent peaks dangling under bums grateful with uprooted membranous petrified and calcified flesh Journey to roust the kneeling mind, with the desiring missed find, to be missed by nations feigning the patient behind swollen gum-brain awry, with skull-ache “kinj moduls vrent speen og” Desiring missiles Desired missing Failing nations Patient fang

No broken gourd of misinformation, Cracked on the headless spine of an open carcass Breeding divine fungi in the tawny mist, A tempting kiss stolen across the breath Of a warring ocean disengaged from its godly host A show of camaraderie between the Algonquins’ shores And the fragrant seeds of Middle Eastern poverty Raining hard on the hearse brigade Who pine for a short glowering makeup From the old world princess And her dungeon feet Blackened with the soot of forbidden Imprisonment In the heart of Satan Bleeding molten lava From a torn face Growing bearded & Poorly aged Anger in the tempest of religious man, A cork-bottled nightmare Emerging suddenly from the abyss, Encouraging the lion’s stare To recede from tropical gore And inculcate the masses Into a final tour Beyond the ocean’s mountainous rocky curve, Into the fathomless deep, A gone strength won back Into the human hand Through deliberate desperation, & feeling, with fingers coiled, Giving fruit To the first serpent’s pure and unclaimed gaze, The low brush fades behind the artist’s ear Impressing the abstract wonder of the fearless And preparing a light For here

Laughable counterpart And guise of the beloved, Faring terror And the deathless scare within childish pride, The fostered eyes That plunge with the strength of the predator’s stare Into infinity And the terminal plague of survival Marching by Currents stepping like waves over the stone-headed martyrs, Staved off From one life inside, Dry and cruel, Commotion’s door opens to the streaming gore, Lush and timed With solar flare Love Over an unearthly rush hour Painted fame twisting and writhing In the soundless urban deep, A rustic, inflamed few, Whose solemn grasp partakes in the early break From an inevitable aftermath Draining the rage from our animal brain

A threshed sweat leaf, singled out over the billowing masses, A high, overstated nocturne Dreaming in workaholic shivering screams That transform lightly into breath of song with male weeping, And her deserted lips struggle to purse Over the citrus flesh of an Iberian mother Calling for heart chains to unlock Yet distressed and of unruly mind, She dresses timelessly with prophetic sophistry Beyond the rasped vocal bead of the Roman elite, Prideful with elegant cheeses to smother their appetite For lower slavery below the belt of animal sanity, And still a ruthless tide follows every inhale And imbibed breast-milk cry From the middle earth High season field of waves, Lashing out on the rickety back of the African skull, Swollen with wisdom and envy To oversee the white planetary momentum Towards entropy In the blessed Beyond fluidity, A seed to match the Earth, Sown in the deep darkest matter of space, Holy black soil of divinity Preparing for the inner sprout From within our species Prototypical brain, The reason of universal catastrophe, Being heard and seen To know self through negation In living dream and daily waking Into the stronghold of centered duality Between an atmospheric pull and heart strung desire, To expel the soul And unify with vibration’s border Along the delicate edge of creativity From subjective awe to atonement with the Creator In the lawless gray area of judgment Gone reckless with inhuman brutality, An uninspired mode of being Praying to exit from God In the instantaneous devotion toward self-mastery And a conscious crawling towards infinite ecstasy, Vocation of ultimate being Expressed through the spiritual instrument of Love In soundless wonder, The always evident past Coming along to partner with vagrant forewarning In the new moment, A loud, clear sign To befriend raw, natural pleasure

Matter disguised as her unfolding paradise, A genital incision, without, Brewed spawn all quaking and facing heart failure With thick-rimmed glasses and a paranoiac daze, A thin glimmer of repose Infuriated golden gnome, Lowered into blissful gardens where human hair is felt as weeds, Useless triviality In the maze of Puritanical property and stubborn consensual heavens Drowned in blue time, Glowering in the thick mud of some academic panegyric formulae Wherein tumult and insult meet over lunch to discuss Baudelaire in rhyme - “And the scurrilous frankincense Nose of his Biblical haunting awakened Through a Pulp Massage Over bellies skyrocketing with future’s ragged predictions” At the all-night table Proposing to wed anger and the twelve-headed classicist dream Paying striptease Eastern minds To wade in inglorious pain and rush, philosophically insane Throughout our comedic taxicab drive, breaking through Oceanward, Where the thumb and nose meet at the spun wheeling whys, Whose greed lurched from above the lily swamp and naked, Pressed their white head to the diamond name, Giving laughs as praise to the only answer ever Sought by a young grave, breaking ice and calling for a break between pauses