On The Corner of H and Extinction

It made a noise 

Like youth wailing

The crumbling of Bowery walls-

Vacuous mangled uvulas 

Exposed

 

The rogue spun virgin 

Pregnant in pits of doubt

 

It stabbed  

With decision-

 with a hickory spine,

Internal tree and

 human jungle thick and slithering  

like a faceless weed

Mimicking the spirit's pray-bottle

Sad witted and

Wondrous with mind-traps and paddocks

Creaking the awful reflections of misery

And when it called upon you-

This visage turn torture,

Minutiae of dream claws

 came gurgling,

Crawling up your spiral stairs with a hairy hinge of meat

 to feed you a sloth of slow madness

 

To prop you up 

Bleed you out into death 

And fair return

 

To tilt the axis

Thrice tilt aligned 

Miraculous as a summer snow

A voice of neon shotgun

 Christened,

I think back now over that distant maiden,

The face I once knew in America-

The seeds I blew forward into its wicked intent

Into the bending lie that spread life's glossy bay

My veins rolled and ready…begging,

Remembering the injection of Gonzo like it was a 

 holy memory made of paper dolls, hollow promises 

 A giant feast of innocence in red.

 

Yes…

I remember.

But now the parson's bay is dry

So my heart returns to these empty pages of Carl

I cast my skin down deeply to the river 

And there I scream out a viscous pain 

I watch the circling heads bobbing into nothing 

Drowning-

Their eyes bright as cow-head

And when the attendant lure bites and seethes at my end and Frailty fates

I have no will but the cursed hours of mind

And I refuse the lie to follow

Reviews

[SquinklaPsyOps]

I think you have a very interesting premise here.

[Perdition]

"The Promise of a Premies"Hmmm...I think you have something here as well. Thanks!

[ambur]

My dear, Perdition, how I have missed reading your works. The imagery you pose is brilliantly executed, as always.

[Perdition]

And yet not a single postcard….Mailbox death and the tragic walk of an imagist ; ) Thanks stranger…A pleasure to have you back : )

[ambur]

You know not how your words torture my soul.

[Perdition]

Well, that's probably cause I'm an idiot. Still could have sent a carrier pigeon though.

[ambur]

Oh, but I tried. He was lost to the wind.

[Perdition]

I traveled atop the wings of the crow. A mad man in fearsome search. Destiny but the clouds upon his mark where I should have known your whispers there ,
all too well~

[KWP]

Could this be the ultimate story of renewal, acceptance, letting go, learning of lessons, lost love, betrayal of both mind and the juices of life that keeps one's faith, keeps one moving forward.

This is a wondrous poem and for me the duality of life is trickled evenly and proportionately through its words. Reading it through once it speaks, twice it paints, three times it snaps me within the river itself where I can see you shed your skin ... just wondering, needing to know .... what was next ...

Love it my friend x x

[Perdition]

Next was a winged serpent in the Aztec sky and the gold blood of a lost god for the wealth in self divinity; as thus warned Zoroaster. All of it wrapped up with a neat stone of
bow or perhaps the rivers converging into voice. Thanks Aussie…long time since we have written notes of southern crosses and coffee grounds :p

[KWP]

pleasure my friend, although since then the coffee grounds have left my life and the daily shackles have been replace with walks with Dodger and discovering new territories to pull out my compute and write, fresh inspiration is abound in every direction I look.... ooohhhh it is a certain way called bliss.... as for the southern cross ... well yes this be my home ...

just love this pome of yours x

[Perdition]

Thanks again and drink deeply in these walks and times replaced…they are a wondrous nest of possibility and slow new awareness. I found my shackle freed world to be a marvelous playground, yet I also witnessed what we have made of it and this became a visual horror. But I still found wonder in the human heart…there is no need or want in that marvelous vein of golden Gaia and Spirit. Walk on dear ninja and may I hope that you never lose your gift of grounded coffee . X..back at ya!

[A. Amos]

My dear friend what a true magician of words you are, I truly wish all the new inspiring writers should read your work to educate themselves as I do while reading you. You my friend are a true blessing for this world and I from bottom of my heart only wish you the success you truly deserve...which is shine like a star, cause that is what you are my bro. Proud of your writing and I'm honor that I'm one of those who can call you friend...Thank you so very much

[Perdition]

Now just how the hell am I suppose to respond to such an elegant and inspiring review as yours ? Well, first and foremost thank you for reading and secondly, sincerely returning the wish and have always been very proud as well to have digested the finest of your many fiery constellations…"Bro". Keep that pencil sharpened and be sure and send me that signed edition when you get to the top of your first million…if in fact you are not already there. A multi-talented force to be reckoned- without question~

[A. Amos]

Thank you bro, I'm honor with you kind words and support. If its your success or mine we will enjoy at the same level, be sure about that. Keep writing my friend and let us learn and gain knowledge and wisdom from the sea of your words. Pleasure and honor is all mine bro.