~roar~
it always begins: again,
rusty tongs clutching a wet worm
suctioned from the womb through the dust
of an earthly tomb by red hands into blue crowns
learning to hide from the haunter of the dark
a divine spark ceding shrilly echoes maintaining
stern remembrance of misplaced lessons
and an unforgiven foolishness puncturing hope
through a blood pressure drop
convalescing in the crown vetch cover
as an eldritch entity materializing worldly awareness
through the study of group psychology & standalone sorcery
where lost marbles & found razors provided legal representation
for the books of hymns & matches passing the hours of the early days-
where great husks of heart-meat & rodent sausage
stayed alive the seemingly omniscient memory hunger-
where grave voices herald bunking bone meal
in obsolete machines of consensus reality & social cues-
where cop & carrier pigeon crossed their wires
stayed alive the seemingly omniscient memory hunger-
where grave voices herald bunking bone meal
in obsolete machines of consensus reality & social cues-
where cop & carrier pigeon crossed their wires
to create a fear of phones & voices from nameless bugs & devices-
where mother left a stack of bricks & box-cutters
for her fool boys on the outs & out on the street-
persons of interest & substance were served in earnest
energies of innocence through gibbering galleries galvanizing
my three-lobed eye and all six of the known senses:
heard many faces split with inexplicable agony
alive in death all screaming they had come & gone again~
tasted witches dripping on seasoned feasting grounds
soaked in plasmic favors in hopes for sexual revolution~
felt the crawling itch claw at the back of my shadowed
throat and found them at a randy, ravenous lunch~
smelled hot flesh down in Plato’s cave and crept forth
for more than one release of righteous fucking & fits of madcap laughter~
alive in death all screaming they had come & gone again~
tasted witches dripping on seasoned feasting grounds
soaked in plasmic favors in hopes for sexual revolution~
felt the crawling itch claw at the back of my shadowed
throat and found them at a randy, ravenous lunch~
smelled hot flesh down in Plato’s cave and crept forth
for more than one release of righteous fucking & fits of madcap laughter~
saw psychedelic angles unrecognized by a haze of light
perceived through the stormy gaze of slaughter & synergy~
intuited on high with my shining trapezohedron since way before the age
when Moses canonized Mount Sinai by flashing the Elder Sign~
when steel-toed work boots carried embattled bits of loose lip
& nose for the remainder of the paradigm shift-
when antiquated weapons fumbled about in hideous sagging pants
as a dirge of names rang out from every crack in the concrete-
when tenebrous nerve tempered a daunting cement swim
when antiquated weapons fumbled about in hideous sagging pants
as a dirge of names rang out from every crack in the concrete-
when tenebrous nerve tempered a daunting cement swim
through cyclopean channels for near total immunity-
when white anglo saxon perverts & multi-hued crime figures
purloined peace deals out of prominent piles of municipal solid waste-
when broken hearts & busted heads inspired a belief
and a dare to eat rail and sleep with mountain lions-
spent a whole half-life coterminous with threes & sixes & nines
instead of fives & tens swinging low in sweet discord
a-comin’ to shape me home into the crux
of a beautifully entropic manifesto sensing empathy & sin
now,
these moments are mostly lost to nonchalant winds
confiding in gentle rapture and stoic views on human suffering
now,
the only tears are caused by toxic fumes
and sentimental hymns
now,
the sky keeps secret synchronicities
the sky keeps secret synchronicities
hidden in the back pews of a dusty silence
scuttling about like a church mouse
now searching for that old
Haunter of the Dark
now all is cognitive dissonance
wriggling with the calm quiet wisdom
of the soothing realization
that it always ends
(again & again)
~squeak~
hello dearest poet I don’t pretend to understand all the information you provided here but I must say I was struck with the feeling that we are on similar wavelengths… great write
Powerfully penned, Benjamin. This is a heavy write with deep layers my friend. Nicely done. Appreciate you.
Damian
The way you structured the poem it looks calm then increases with intensity just to calm down again. There is so many twists and turns in one life that it is impossible to get the nuance of it. Between the government and the churches and the societal acceptance of things that should not be accepted. Very interesting write
This one hits like a freight train of memory, madness, and raw observation—gritty, sprawling, alive with every sense screaming at once.
I love how it doesn’t just tell a story; it drags you through the chaos of life, pain, and revelation, leaving you dazzled and unsettled in the best possible way.