ceaseless waves

love me or kill me






that’s the reality

ceaseless waves of useless assholes

crummy bunches of fortuitous cells thinking the world off themselves

(and the stupider thinking also the world of themselves)

(for the more they think the stupider they get)

futile duels

breasts
fanned fat fated to climax in flowers of rot

I’ve become my wife’s sister
whip me to shreds

monster evoked in diaphoretic stupor

down on my knees
filthy whore

the globe stifled
the crude specimens from the antipodes
scattered
luscious threads of ashes crooked

white of eyes of a dumb statue

candidly led
blindman to the weapon

a statue oughtn’t gulp

gobs of semen

seamen inside

drowning

all drowning

globe of fire

mute universe

unless...

now now

deafening sounds of mud splattered under massive feet.

a fleece

a fleece



immune to the heaven pap
the eerie humanoid proliferated
a parasite of herbivores

from a window on the ethics branch
an academic archer deemed his aim
as fairly tidy when he misfired

gifted as I am in many fields alas
– he construed – in this field I’m not

he could’ve killed the ewe that gave us milk
and wool all in the pursuit of his eager intent
that was by killing the host killing the alien invaders
which were ultimately just an anachronism
tossed by contingency on our lamentable present

be it as it may his belligerent attitude
far from epistemic astonished us all
that out of the hallowed guts of our matrix
the twisted retort of his gun shat thus those foul ingredients
of nugatory import instead of pausing
sitting down and abstracting
the indispensable thoughts that later would direct us
to the undeniable sempiternal truth
that is always that every new issue explodes
already attired with sculpted latent flawless instructions
when fallen from the great beyond

through the archer’s keen eyepiece
we saw on the ewe the humanoid horde
carousing and woolgathering on its fuzz
how cute they looked and surely there stood imprinted within them
the dawn of yet more fun

they sank in camouflage or if they emerged they prosperously beamed
at us gnarly buff strangers (to them)
(in virtue of our pesky distant inquisitiveness
of our dingy invasive gall
we humbly even sheepishly realized
oddly unsettled and in a reverie)

simultaneously by our professorial now turncoat archer
we were told that in essence those lofty nomads had already earned
their place amongst us
no scandalous notion that
for none of us needed
any type of persuasion as to the intricacies of the universe

...

how dumb could we be
the abyss is always borne in by the ubiquitous winds of contact
every invasion is hellbent on annihilating the invaded
either on the short run or the long one
together by the fast commission and the protracted omissions afterward

but only dying (if then) you know better
so that for the nonce we mentally wished them a satisfactory journey back
after they were finished with us of course
and forthwith in resignation and in deep empathy
with our sudden contiguous contemporaries we burned while leisurely walking
to the mountains the university

alone and unfed and fairly shorn we glimpsed
the compelling spectacle of their flambuginous erections

nothing dismayed they tore or gnawed at the roots and underpinnings
of our vast civilization soon abstracted into virtually a flop

oh well – we ejaculated – no need to stir too tempestuously
our so properly stunted emotions
let’s never be tempted by the elusive ignitions of occupational contaminants
we shall all sooner or later intertwine in the womb of warmed total reversion

by the erring pathogens desecrated
our sequences all disrupted
we grew defaced
while the gestures of our enemies became by and by from roughly woeful
to rather surfeited or if you will anguished
we thought they would have taken a recreational hue to them but no
their very multitudinousness indeed the strictures
of overpopulation debunked each degree of hope
or desire that they might have ever entertained

we had organized meanwhile into columns of poachers
the pedantic and the skeptic cloven only by a mob
of so-called heroes whose single claim to heroism was
the hysterical fires they brought back so that we should exuberantly
burn also and all in vain the obdurate mountains

it was really peculiar the way our furtive weaving now into their webs
bore such striking parallels to their first having woven themselves
into our all at once genial curiosity and uneasy reluctance

at first as we were dissoluble we were also by their red prismatic eyes
unseen but then after some reasonable hesitations
they – some of them that apparently clung more forcefully than the rest
to their squalid sense of patriotic fadoodle – tried to thwart our smiling hints
the psychotic hints of a loser who
secret thinker he about the inaccessible and consequently more enticing
brashly sets willy-nilly to conquer adjoining spaces

...

we always thought it to be (and no offense) virgin territory – we coyly
adduce as we adjourn and head infective for their center: a fleece
wherein now we lurk by dint of having kept at it almost everywhere

the new sequence abolishes the essence of the first dispute
now are we who seek either to dissolve their aim and efficacy
or soberer to harmonize the draining ebbs and flows
of our heroes’ stupid prowesses

our misgivings in a nutshell are that once bald the new bed
wherein the recently deceased shall invariably be laid and burned
to oblivion gone
(the well-known senseless loop being from one to many to none again)
our wealth of lame pleasures... chortles... grins... shocks...
proved in fine to have been after a while
another hoax or else too ponderous a barren egg of emptiness

our atrophied tendrils intrinsically binding no more the baned blades
that a neurologist would maybe have once conceived as supportive as
a dry cataphracted box wherein trances and ecstasies to enjoy
aplenty and maximal spams of an erotic clandestine... veiled... unnerved...
nature... wallowing then in subtly melancholic superfluities...
with us insectile phantoms lastly waning in the gloom

our antennae orphaned meanders decaying into sewers

our adult fantasies of occupancy famously thriving
of promiscuity booming... now drastically fondled into resolutive disease

sentenced anew to the sharp apprehension
that we nonetheless must agree to the disquieting proceeds
ensuing from our contempt for the boring injunctions
that had every insanitary foe (and more with a yen for incorporate space)
sent packing down a uniquely paved velvety shortcut
to the indiscriminate pulp of the anonymous tomb

...

but wait... down the road
awkward crows in embarrassment discovered
from scratching the muddy wastes where devils once dwelt
the coincident shares of our flaming oils

and hence they were relatively thankful for the triumph
of annihilation for – must they have inferred – what better fate
for an intellect of our lurid genre that to be immersed in the fluency
of foulness... the skills we showed in maintaining always the incoherent
rages of childhood... reverting every chance we got into the mainstream legacy
of pride... made us as them right deservers of another feathery shrug
a feathery shrug indeed
all invaded with
eerie
humanoids
tinily
engrossing
as the hours ticked