The Serpent In Canada

Most ambiguous of all animals;
neither good, nor evil.
How smooth your body, how supple,
compelling hands to reach out.
Even if it means being bitten.
A calmness upon you, your eyes glazed.
Whole lives pull back; tearing, tasting.
What is there to win?
What is there to lose?
All of it at stake, and then ash.
We'll be somewhere someday
and we'll know we've arrived.
A hundred years from now,
later peoples will marvel
at our stupidity and crudeness.
Who saw and who heard?
It is I, the soul of everything.
When the marriage is complete
the universe is the touching
of every molecule and atom.
We have so clumsily dealt
with the energies of our lives.
That perfected moment never seems
to come. Until it does.
And you fall off the edge.
And you could fly the whole time.
The most exact, appropriate phrases
bask in decayed airs.
Malfunction, corrosion, dismantling,
aborted sin, and wickedness.
The toys of children.
The oldest game.
I have made hundreds of beings;
all so unique, so perfect.
And yet they fear themselves
and hurt each other.
Verse cannot indicate the pain
etched into bodies and blood.
Like rivers wearing down rock.
But, it is our nature to thirst for powers of seeing.
To try and taste omniscience,
burying ourselves in a wash of ecstasy.
The last, faded spasm of the universe
trying to know all it can.
The tongues of the world mixing,
brushing up against one another on this crowded train.
Scents of beauty and foul smog.
Eternal fissures and pipes riddling the earth;
porcelain and moss.
Trickling waters; the piss of aeons.
The rust and lichen along the whole spectrum.
The smoke clears, in obfuscation uncovered.
Prone, standing tall.

Turning


Oh, imperfect flesh
I love you most of all.
Witnessing this beautiful sunset.
I cannot play the tyrant and force
this moment to stay.
Somewhere in the world
it is always day.
I have made friends with
sticks and stones, grains and crystals.
Nodes within this web,
with cat claws
I pick my trembling way.
The fourth brain.
The fourth cup.
We don't know yet
how holy this blood is.
Tasted with caution,
tasted with courage.
And we find it is
its own reward.
To face the sun
and not stand beneath it.
I am my mother's sister.
Eye to eye,
not for, but with.
Blood is a small price for this
limitless love.
Rings of steel, tin, and copper.
With this light
I could stay forever.
But wings warn me
that I must go.
There is a rest for me.
And I shall not return,
lest I admit I have learned nothing.
And that the mad gods were right
and all we understand
is not mercy
but might.

Body Without A Soul

Grow as if from nothing;
dormant, hibernating.
Now germinate + grow!

Home thou art my heart.
You see as I see
with "I's"
sleeping + waking.
The same, all the same
spinning + spinning,
swimming + swimming.

Disorder within
a secret order.
Coral seeds
in the seas.
It births itself
now it is female
now it is male
now it is all that + more,
an angel whose god is a whore.

As long as this flame burns
the world turns,
the world turns.
But, the moth,
the moth never learns.
'Tis not the moon,
but a sulpher glow.
The moth still circles
'til the wick burns low.

All these things which dream;
strange sylphs
dance strange steps.
Secrets kept,
no need to speak
--fear destroys the weak.

The Birth of Chaos

Under the ground

--close to the Earth's heart,
I lingered over Desire's upstart.
He hadn't met me before,

but he knew my name.
He and I were one and the same.
We'd sealed ourselves there
in a watery cave.
He was just born,
fresh from the grave.
His flesh was cool,
withered, and dry.
There were no tears
in his eyes left to cry.
His arms were long,
thick with sinewed muscle.
We lay wrapped up together,
far from the hustling and
bustling of above.
Far from the civilised beasts and their rotten flesh feasts.
Far from the madness, the unkindest cuts, liars and tyrants.
Buried in pleasure,
buried in dreams.
Hidden together from the Vulture's scream.
He whispered to me
in our secret language.
Told me the truth in sepulchre tones.
Told me the knowledge held in his bones.
"I am eternal, and infinite too,
but I'd give all that up
to lie here with you."
Then came the ones from the City of Decay.
they broke open our bower
with shovels and spades.
In streams the light
tinted with night.
Down came the hands and took me away.
I looked at him, crying for once
and at the last I heard him swear,
"We'll meet again
after the pain,
we'll sleep as one
just like before
you'll know they can't hurt us anymore."
And they dragged me away
to the City's decay.
I smiled a grim smile.
I knew he was right
amongst the tombs, he'd take back the night.

For seven years they kept me
in whiteness. Bound in silk
a virgin princess.
They coddled my ugly,
inside commotion
but I could not show them
their brand of devotion.
They rasped and they lisped
and pledged their lust.
I was as cool a marble bust.
They beat me for denying,
they knew I was dying.
I was like them, I shared their fate.
They knew I couldn't save them.
It filled them with hate.
We all were quite damned
but their failure was planned.
He knew my name
he would find me again.

Another seven years gone by in a blur.
At the temple's gate a sound was heard.
The gate swung open
and there he was standing
--still bound in ragged funeral wrapping.
"She is not a creature
simply for pleasure,
she is the ocean
above false devotion."
He strode to the leader
and grasped his fine robes.
"By keeping her here you make it certain,
you've pulled your last string
--it's time for the curtain."
Up leapt the fire from his torch.
All the tyrants and liars
left there to scorch.
He took me by the hand
and lead me back to the tombs.
We went down, passed chthonic rooms.
Deep into our mother,
dead though she was.
Deep into the core
at peace together,
forvevermore.

What book is this forever ending?
The true hospitality of someone you never met.
Golden, a ring of golden friendship.
Finally, treating each other well.
Religions of blood sacrifice
in pale words + phrases.
Bound to the most malleable laws
that make massive collapse
into the only sought after exit.
The egress that always cannot be witnessed, always we speculated.
Your silence and judgement a drop
absorbed into the soils
under all nails.
You were picked out, digested, and wasted away.
Cut free.
I know who I am and that I cannot remember.
What next?
We all fight our own wars.
Succubi, incubi.
Little men, women.
Digits.

The meek we feed to snakes,
but what of the mongoose?

You destroy! As do we all.
Taking it in. And are you inside?
Are you safe?
Have your battles been fought?
Enough death, it seems, is never enough.

Sub-Sonic TranSpirit

Unsettlements.

Unending Transmissions in
primal super-real moments.

You can watch the entropy

at the corner of everything.
The decay and rot are constant.

Tendrils and shoots toward the light of the yellow star.

And we expect it always thus,

but what will become of us
with the spectral shift?
The back-brain wonders at the
shifting sands.
The clamouring winds.

The endless sacrifice.

Such a small corner.

Nowhere to hide really. The sun beats down. Clouds furl past. Not here. I'm from nowhere. You wouldn't know it. I have no real memory of the place. Its always been there, and i've always been from there, but I can't recall it that well.

Just the mountains and the pines. They were all that mattered. Their continuity was my only anchor in this life. And they will be worn down, or covered in ocean, or broken apart, and ground underneath the surface. Even after beetles and fires. Lightening struck and arson fire. Just a few moments in time seemingly random and I am wary, I don't even trust those memories. I could only see in one direction. Somehow writing more, even if no one else read it, was enough for smallness and static. At least I could learn to tolerate my own work. Not likely. At least not 100% of the time.

Changing emotions. Felt to full extent--get beyond it through immersion. Plunge in all ways. All these people pouring out simple pure thoughts. Rays that haven't even reached me yet. Falling outwards, falling into. That's not really falling at all. Emanating. Poor old gods, nothing next to this. This is beyond age. All in (N)one.

hardy har

a sense of humour.

Fluid takeover now!!