1.The Taste of Metal in the Mirror of Hell

Such as the metallic taste of wet sky
This iron opera of torment wings-
What forbids winter from storm
Becomes, as dawn, by way of burnt
Memories, burnt tears, burnt

Nerves; all these dreams served & severed
Off in the grey wild, wildly drunk
And delirious, these plush lawns
Of spoiled beauty become as pawns, and

Poison. And on the open sea what moves,
Vitriolic in taste, beneath sulfurous
Islands of infidelity;
With winds gusting across Broadway Streets
(As Babylon Gates), a flurry of bright snow wrapped
In polished plastic stone.

Such as how the felled moon & sunken sun
(rise) in equinox of ancient rites lighted;
So come these balconies of febrile fortune
Where memories bleed in carved echoes
Of carved stones, and disregarded

Bones; discarded. How death's guest pale comes
In dis-satisfied and dis-tracted, so
Terribly tired as vile skeleton's invisible
Of haunted hours slithering and sleeping;
Peeling away like burnt flowers

Bleeding. Disappearing, deeper and dragged as
Drugged junkies in burnt down hotels
Swallowing Hell in bottels and pills, bruised
These flowers burning and peeling away,
Dragging thru Aligheri's circles of stone

Poetry; slow shadows like sihouettes suffering
And suffered, as suffocation in windows
Wild and wandering, as wanton poets lost;
Edgar and Dylan and Hughes and Keroauc
Broken over the architecture of frozen music
In velvet violin leaves felled from misplaced

Trees, black and blistered & bruised. Abandoned as
Dreams; lost in grafetti words scribbled on blank papers
Like a childhood lost in a rusted bottle tossed out
At sea and washed up on a desolate island freyed,
Waylaid and fragmented of fear in the middle

of grief and

Anger, as if age were terror, crawling out of lies
As worms & flies of memory; crawling thru
A blitzkrieg as white as rooms in an asylum of absessed
Madness; in the bones of mad poetry in a laughing lunatic's

Sadness; the ghosted skeleton insanities as lucid
As the bonesouls of words borne by Eliot &
Torn by Wilde, sketched by Shelly and/or drunk
From Morrison; injected and so on...

in fringes...

As blood-murdered moons in the machine-opiate
Sunset operas of Lazarus kissed ballets;
The black-plays these genious-fools parade
(gone the pleasures of Venus descending underground)

(soon now, as how far is tomorrow) Such as all the
Insane illuminations of shadow wolves
Howling in the black caves of Narcissimia
Reflected in the rusted nails of metamorphis'd

hells. Bright & blindingly lit, drinking cancers
In mutilated cigarettes, crushed memories
With sweeping intermittent cinema metaphysics &
Black cocktails pissing laughter poorly fucked and

sucked. Bruised like bad haiku's crushed beneath stained teeth:
Betrayed by what is false within - hidden islands or Iscariot paintings;
Dust illusions of a last supper unmasked: smoke and mirrors for copper pennies
Illumined, or hearing voices softly pale within blind prophecies
To listen, as Icarus melting from a holiday sun

Feathers as the snake in
Branches fetters shinning
To hunt as the wind and hawks
Themselves these crimson beasts

climbing

Clawed w/ poisoned gold climbing
Out of dark grasses wandering and climbing
From silver meadows, slithering down
And silent their echoes ...

silence...

And silent their echoes
climbing...
Like a black cat's whisker, and a whispering
silent their echoes
Of the sky's mirror
This interior of dream

and climbing, and silence, and screams...



Sweetness of misery the fool's bohemian breeze
Sour as burnt leaves felled in a melting metallic dream
From the great stoned illusions
As felled angels of truths in confusion;
Melts grey & black
As babylonia drifts back
into the sands of dream
(what these futures be)

Sad as a stone's carved
(gone still)/& broken
face. Often beautiful
As cathedrals in Cologne
Like s/our religions
Built on the wrong crucifixions
(what the future's will)

and still...

Found wanton a pawn w/ a bad temper falls
Mid-air thru Babylon gardens, flicking
Ever trespassing and tassled
All these landscapes bleak, where
Blank forgiveness follows; dragging

down the wetted stones,
exorcised, and the body clones
like machine-washed jeans
in the melting metal of flourescent night

shivering

Found disenchanted as sweet as sweat and
Fragrance like yesterday, a windless
Tapestry drifting candles
Almost clear, these saints who

They will ignore, for fear of
Judicious shadows in daylight or
The sounds and shapes of sinful romance,
Like snow from the mouths of lambs
(as if beauty were the milk of mothers)

Such as all these angels on dull
Wings blossomed in ethereal
Abstractness, pure and boiled with
Thin smiles cutting the false world

On nylon strings like smiles gone crooked
As the air of Lucifer's cologne,
And heavy. Opaque: as rains of reason
Drip and drift from the transcedental blue of

Vacant dreams, the five naked rivers
Down the vitreous veins (as Styx & Acheron and ...)
Of rusted afternoons & avenues (w/ hunger);
Black Hell's beautiful misted roads.

As quiet as NewYork City
And criminals
And Catholic cathedrals
In summer (as the Elysian Fields).

And. In a television storm of silence
Like the eyes of a naked doll's soul
Diminished to pebbles, erased:
Importunate to embrace

Desperate, as beauty enraged
And seperate, as from a soft cage, the cruel mouths
Full of sorrow Holy doubts, and sleeping
As jewels and pennance caught screaming...

Such indifference by each falling tide
The new angels come in swells
As darkness from the throats
Of magenta and lavender

Like murder and marriage in silken'd
Dark flesh, dark paintings, and
Dark gods - circles after circle in seven
Sins the scents of suffocation, and starved

Prisoners in blood. Born in brothels as religions
In mind as narrow as frail fingers, fragmenting;
Steadily as the disheveled ministers
Of dishonesty bring truths by sailors
(prostituting whores by way of the velvet seas).

Now Hollywood grows in the hunger of Neon Babylon
Like swollen seductions in winters of predator birds
And the prisoner brides to be for prey, in prisms
As prayers in ruby visions these fires frail and spoken

Come broken and sway the lost season of Vivaldi's breath
In vindication for fortunate wines to grace
Such merciful sufferings gathered by way of
Eden's gardens where Lazarus sleeps w/ Lilith fair
(by way as the dreams in torture for death).

Dead roses, dead dreams. Strangely caressed
These stages of prophets remain in trance
For the thorns of Judas to desire, in painted slumbers, of
Such sins as one may unveil for Death's romance.

Now cruel curtains in canyons of poetic crime
This misery as such mystery of the season's wicked
Kiss; come slit thy throat for madness. How
The day sorrows, as Paganini who lost his name

To atrocity, as if kissed by the Devil's own bride.
Now all the wings of never, ever remain thin
And torn; so breathless
These pleasures of whores in wounded shadows
(who mourn such soft soliloquys...).

and silent their echoes

 2.Babylon Descending From Hell's Mouth

The sun comes out through the east
ern door, travels below soft bruised metallic memo
ries& cries, like winter's wounded wings &
squamous souls; sorrow'd as a dead tomorrow
in broken mirrors in soft salvation;
backwards/melting in(reflections) like stillborn visions,
as the Tigris and Euphrates bleed hurricanes
of frightened gods, and frightened zebras
to Zion's walls their smitten hells in prophecy
as the highways burned a vacuous grey
where Nebuchadnezzar drank in the hanging gardens
all the flowing of that tide, a drowned ghost to die
breathe for a short time only
and then return us to our dreams
again the sun bleeds misted and grey
of narcosis tears
& stained
in blood heavens thru black Genesis:
& then exits through the western door
where the moon, washed in silence,
bring dreams bent
on babylon's shoulders
to stand; under/
over and as if above, behind;
to breathe [a blur on the horizon stilled]
like metallic mountains,
stars
and
scream...
and screams.


Left in confusion;
Babylon returned
from Babylon,
in tongues
as Dyonysus wearing thin
a virgin in dissention
bleeds in seasons sunk
as springs; descending & nailed,
and drag in chains
crucified as dying,
wandering wandering wandering
in silent steps sliced
and slow, as moaned
thru hanged
desolations, hanged
and precious stones
and pearls
such as the seven
 angels of
blasphemy, seducers of harlots.

And milk for wine;
 not as an orgy
of lust, but as a solemn
kiss from Judas
(how betrtayal bleeds);
so Lilith lay
mislaid and
Cain slew Abel
then condemned
to a
vagabond
existence
(thus Eurydice weeps for violence
on strings heavy as Morpheus moans
in torment bleeding).

How beauty becomes
a wretched whore and starving,
In the shadows of gold temples
 suffering the last supper
And pleasurably skinned
by the devil's claws
As Ceberus howls.

Thus Babylonia descends
And the future turns its own dreams
Into underground desires, as
What transcends, turns shadows
And ends.

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