Inutterable

More old poetry. 11 years ago.

cherry-red sunburst dismemberment

urgent demolition of the lifeless antagonist

arrayed against psychic torment futile and proud

yellowing blown away

devoured by a merciless wind

hot breath of the sky panting against their faces

turned down and crazy with that kind of sick hopeless hunger

that makes cannibals of mother's sons

turning loose the skeletal hounds of desperation in your gut

gnawing and snarling

tugging at the entrails

syringe-fangs piercing skin and muscle

intramuscular assault

feel the pins and shining steel needles

pharmaceutical rape of blood and brain

reshaping teeth into rotten tearing instruments

break through to the blue light

so as to hold the black diadem

rainfall along the eastern front

why can't I find you anymore?

I'm not holding out on you

I just can't seem to make the words line up

in the right order.

might as well dip an army of live ants

each insect in its own precise shade

to attempt to direct them

in their future furtive crawlings

to paint a mural

on my bedroom wall.