Retroviral Country

I've tried nitroglycerin

And pesticide

Tried listening to

The monkey you hide.

I've tried red water:

Painting sacred marks.
Nothing stops your face

Appearing in the dark.

The hokey writer's babylon:

The phantom train;

The whisper in your terminal;

The barcode on your brain;

Are all as temporary as

The teeth of a shark.

Nothing stops your face
Appearing in the dark.

Through retroviral

Exchange of DNA

You left something

The day your needle

Broke away.

You can break me down

Into my constituent parts:

Disconnect the valves

From the pistons in my heart.

Vaporise till molecules

Phase into quarks.

Nothing stops your face

Appearing in the dark.

And all the queen's destroyers

And all the queen's tanks

And all the queen's soldiers

Arrayed in murder ranks
And every single policeman

Every smirking nark

Couldn't stop your face

Appearing in the dark.

Through retroviral

Exchange of DNA

You left something

The day your needle

Broke away.

Mortar and Pestle

Mortar and pestle

My Friday night ritual

I've been crushing on you for years

Dressed up in your latex suit

The red light gleaming off your boots

I'll see you again in Xanadu

The dead will rise

You'll see your mother's eyes

For the first time

Your lover knocks

Takes off your prison smock

Cleared of your crimes

Time is always relative

The extract filters through the sieve

I still feel your lips upon my face

Bitter as a poison leaf

More certain than true, just, belief

Darling, I'm floating your way

The dead will rise

You'll see your mother's eyes

For the first time

Your lover knocks

Takes off your prison smock

Cleared of your crimes

When I heard you singing late

Rope held in your hands

My summer sense migrated

To far crepuscular lands

Now I can hear that tune

Sounding in my dome

The more I taste of the red moon

The less I am alone

The dead will rise

You'll see your mother's eyes

For the first time

Your lover knocks

Takes off your prison smock

Cleared of your crimes

The dead will rise

You'll see your mother's eyes

For the first time

Your lover knocks

They've picked your mind's last lock

And you are sublime

Four Bloody Hands

Four Bloody Hands

Let's become romantic

You can pet my nervous ticks

Let's salt each other's sores

Four bloody hands coated with gore

Let's become

Let's become

Let's become

Let's become

Let's become a coupling

Please think of me as a thing

Let's spike each other's drinks

Four bloody hands washed in one sink

Let's become

Let's become

Let's become

Let's become

How can you be so cynical

Don't you remember your past?

When the slightest touch of hers

Gave you a dopamine blast

How can you be so cynical

Don't you remember your life?
Before you shacked up with the bottle

Before you took on the knife

How can you be so cynical?
Well fuck you, that's how.

I did not choose chastity

I did not make a vow

Your Love Has Been Cut

Your Love Has Been Cut

Your love has been cut with inactive dust

And when I take a line this thickening rust

On my heart doesn't crack so thin is the dope
Yet my need for it is wrapped around me like rope

In rings and in knots I wait for the waves

Of dopamine shots for I am a slave

To euphoria, the prime mortal bliss

That I do not feel in the void of your kiss

The Universe Rolls On

The Universe Rolls On

You prayed for time to stop its wheels

As if you knew there were a god

The parts of you I see are of bone and real

But in your mind there's something odd

Something

Hazy, fading

With the moment gone

Conscious surrenders

To the dryad's song

Mystics, physics

Wave the magic wand

Atma forever

The universe rolls on

You stay in bed and close your eyes

Wishing that you'd disappear
Until your flesh breathes out a sigh

And you admit that you're still here

You're still

Hazy, fading

With the moment gone

Conscious surrenders

To the dryad's song

Mystics, physics

Wave the magic wand

Atma forever

The universe rolls on

No matter how deep you hurt

Or how profoundly you feel numb

I'll love this animated dirt
Your being that becomes

Something

Hazy, fading

With the moment gone

Conscious surrenders

To the dryad's song

Mystics, physics

Wave the magic wand

Atma forever

The universe rolls on

Napowrimo 3 - Blinker

Blinker

Five hours awake

                                         Scope of my vision

Our needs are met

                                         Healthcare decisions

Professional services

                                         Hiring now

Dribbling milk

                                         Cult of the cow

Thought for the day

                                         Tariff is empty

Charging my mood

                                         Your heat is plenty

Thought would be safer

                                         Bodies are weak

The landslide will settle

                                         Nuzzling cheeks

Like flint in your hand

                                         Scoring a groove

Divined upon bones

                                         On abacus moved

Forever the saint

                                         A small effigy

Electrical lights

                                         Will never be free

Paralysis, Take 3

Paralysis

In this dream, the Earth's a billowing rose;

You pluck its fat continents like petals

Tumbled in the solar breeze and you blow

Until the planet is a lifeless ball.

Somehow we live below the mantle bloom

Crushed together, in love and alone,

In the fiery spinning of our world's loom

And all creation is our rocky dome.

But when I wake I'm in paralysis

And hallucinate that black smoke and death
With the sincerity of the abyss
Can form a figure and speak without breath

"I am your creation; I cannot die,

I am a phantom and I am a lie."

The Fisher, Take 3

The Fisher

I wish to gulp in the sea with my fish

And my own damned sense of glad blasphemy.

Does it take more than a mad salty kiss,

To drown and forget your humanity?

Away with you lofty creatures of air

Who fly by the light of pale nebulas

Float over on flotsam of bashed hulks bare

Or by polyp and bulbous medusa.

    Maelstrom, spin the fabric of my freedom,

    When the boards crack, I'll let you grab my throat.

    Sunken iceberg, be my palace in the ocean

    Freeze as your tentacles suck on my boat

High albatross, you're no herald of peace,

These empty stores are where I'll make my feast!

My Dear Paralysis

My Dear Paralysis

Do you dream of caves, cold and dismal,

Deeply buried far abyssal,
In utter trance, black as the lakes,

Which drown that esoteric place?

Once hours throttle limp your will,

And your hot blood has cooled to chill,

Your pulse has slowed until you're still,

Then dear, you must dream further.

Our planet is a spiny rose,

You pluck its petals as you doze,

You're the summer breeze, and blossom you blow,

My dear, you're adorable sleeping.

Beneath those vaults of inhuman gloom,

Below the mantle of Earth's bloom,

Under the waves of fiery doom,

There is a vale of nectar.

And in that valley was told a poem,

(Like this, but better known,

Published in a collected tome)

And the people dreamt of caves above them.

It related how she dreaded in sleep,

The ghastly dens of that aerial keep,
How when she woke, above her looming,

A paralysis towered, black visage fuming,

His voice was hallucinatory booming,

And so he spoke:

“I am your creation; I cannot die,

A cure for your problem; I cannot apply,

For I am a phantom and I am a lie:

You are alone.”

Re-Emerge The Exact Same As You Are

Light shines upon that river free,
And incandescently bright;
A Moravian forest scene
Trapped within my head at night.
We used to hide, smoking weed,
In the transcendental day;
There was no festered evil bleed,
Youth was a tourniquet.

That waterway's a tributary
Only for my dreams.
Were those years too, fantasy?
Crooked memory, buckled overhead beams.
Those sunny banks are lost to doubt,
Though you may trek through country far,
You'll never find that river-mouth,
Re-emerge the exact same as you are.

I remember your post-coital banter,
You said it didn't make you cute,
It just meant you were a massive spanner;
I still disagree with you.
Can you imagine how distraught I'd be
If you did yourself harm?
Don't bide beneath that river free,
Re-emerge the exact same as you are.

I Get Erased

I wrote this song blind drunk, while my now-ex-girlfriend was fucking a better guitarist.

 When you're strangled with guilt,

do you put it on your tongue and let it melt?
I know some folks like their pills at night,

but what I like to do is drink Jäger in pints!

I get erased, erased, but the memories stay,

like bones drying out when the flesh has decayed.

Destroyed, destroyed; my personality switch,

that's somebody else lying there in the ditch.

When you feel like you want to die,

do you ever consider getting really, really, fucking high?
Or does the thought fill you with tears?

Well, hold me please sweetie, I've been doing that for years.

 I get erased, erased, but the memories stay,

like bones drying out when the flesh has decayed.

Destroyed, destroyed; forever more I will burn.

Yet I yearn for your turning like the spin of the world.

Happy Birthday, Bondage Bitch

Pisstake of romantic era, about BDSM.  If reading aloud, crudely force the fourth line to rhyme with the second.  The idea is that the poem becomes more intense and affectionate as it progresses, reflecting the development of relationships.

Three and twenty winters ere,
discharged bloody from the womb.
Now life's spat you out right here,
dripping with my cum.

Our dual, mind and form entwined:
your harvest, in moonlight, basks.
This fell eve is yours, Samhain:
chocolate and masks.

Jelly moulds and rolls of silk;
sweet fidelity and whores.
We fuck within their dead ilk's
sepulchral doors.

I wonder if that cold host,
that bound, chained and buried crew,
seeing us, would raise a toast:
happy birthday, you.