Nude and exorcised,
I boogied epileptic;
My triumphant gesticulation
Generated metaphysical flop –
The penal unit began to buckle.
Valhalla’s verge anticipated my return..
But Only After...
The chap in the cell next door claims to be the second coming of Christ.
He has a pest-ridden beard, infested with archangels and lice,
They traverse His perfect facial features, hirewire His golden hair extensions.
His kingfisher eye-wells plunge into the soul of the sentinels, hunting for sin:
He is beautiful.
He is frequently flanked by vortex whores:
They consume Him.
I once watched Him, mesmerised,
As he constructed a crown from unlit matches.
He has prepared this intricate circlet for a special occasion.
He preaches gospel and barks in tongues, keeping me awake at night.
He mounts sermons in the refectory and his stigmatised feet excite me.
The brother in the cell next door claims to be Next-Gen Jesus, the consequence.
He whispers through the grille, I’ll pray for you.
He quotes lines from “Revelation”, and repeatedly hints that I shall burn;
When I masturbate I can hear his chattering,
Despite the muck-spread insulation crust
Coating my cubicle walls.
Once ignited, His thatched roof blazed.
His shrouded face and the spirits therein
Melted like peeping toms, peek-sneaking into a yawning Ark.
His chalk drawn outline converted a cruciform mirror,
Reflecting concrete agony:
Lamb Chop.
Copious Inserted Olive Branches.
A rack of Lamb.
The Messiah in the cell next door made my life a misery.
But this is not why I ritually tortured and killed Him
Over the course of a six day hostage situation,
Or the reason I used instruments and laboured at ending His life
In the worst manner ever Documented by connoisseurs –
Professional Doyens wept.
My motivation is perfectly clear:
I am under the delusive impression –
That I am His Father...
On the seventh day –
I rested.
Now that is a presentation! Eyeballs rolling, heart racing, yup...hit the spot lol
ReplyDeleteAlways an experience, always an inspiration ♥
Love the way the boundaries are blurred and almost a joke despite the nagging barbed wire, the cell, a prison, a monk's, a lunatic's, a blood cell burst in the brain? and the knowledge that we're all mad...in 'the worst manner ever documented by connoisseurs' --great video as well--definitely chilling blank stare to accompany the closing lines that make the madman's rationale and argument clank like a bucket of insane logic in the disturbed well of reason. Also, just the sheer beauty of the language in this will get you higher than a japanese weather satellite. Kingfisher eyes--man, that's poetry.
ReplyDeleteThe melting face picture is disgustingly memorizing, as is this poem. I love the honesty in this.
ReplyDeleteYou sure melted away the words just like the face
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were the comments off earlier...i could not leave a comment when this first went up...just an fyi man....that pic is from indiana jones....opening the ark right? which adds just another layer to this....freaky cell neighbor...frickin dool write though...i like that in the end you are his father, just as crazy...smiles...
ReplyDeleteStrong progression here. Love the ending, shouldn't have been surprised, but was. Great use of abstractions, language and connective imagery. Speaking again of progressions, I just love how you move from being a dead warrior in the Pagan religion of the north and end up as God, in the traditional sense. Lamb chop? All I can think of is that puppet being stuck in this situation, cracked me up. Great reading. Always a great time with your work. Thanks
ReplyDeleteOkay, i wrote two huge paragraphs in comment to your poem but Safari ate it! I'll try to rewrite what I had in there. In essence, I said that I really like this poem. I think your use of a location anchors your surrealist imagery and gives it a more accessible content. The manifest surrealist regime of undermining reason and opening up the imagination to possibilities that it might not otherwise recognize. The violent nature of your images certainly suggests primal instincts that culture plasters over, and I believe it is important to recognize their existence for a true understanding of human nature. My one question is whether the violence is the only posdibility that can fulfill the agenda?
ReplyDeleteThis has the densely packed feel of a short story, but the heightened flavour and sting of poetry. Masterful. Memorable. A full Shillingsworth.
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