Plasmatic flow saturates
The acidic concoction of Mercury
Powdered shadows underline nocturnal dioramas
Cowering against an ultimatum
The radioactivity of our crystalline heart enters a purple void
There, the aura of a spherical spider
Here, subsonic fractal moans of cracking ice
While tunnels whisper secrets to the wind
A nostalgic stone formation points to a calamitous visit
The Medusa rivers carve our psyche and say
“A deity in a coffin of human skin will save the west.”
That rock
That monster stone
That almighty edifice that was born from the planet
Or fell from the sky
The one that the prophets rose to heaven from
Has been broken
Shattered
Pulverized
Made into dust
A speck being placed in our still beating hearts
Is mocked
Torn from our chests
And used to build our tombs
The pit, that black pit,
That’s where our gods reside
We can’t wash our hands clean
Sulfuric stench, marbled meat corpse
Ionic traces leave their impressions
In our bloodied nostrils
Her black night,
So black it’s blue, take us by our hands
We ponder, and we’re awoken
On sprouted wings
We take to her chambers
A buzz in our ears
Drunk on wine and loving like sailors
We melt our forms into the bones of the earth
And a garden grows on our corpse
A black avalanche
Where we once stood
7-29-2023 San Francisco
This rather rambling and odd writing seems, at first, to be all over the place but I think it’s revealing many intuitions that I wasn’t quite aware of. The title comes from a painting that I made around 2009, which is in the hands of a private collector.The poem is more tragic than the painting and seems to be in dialogue with my deep psyche. I must admit that the quelling of the religious mind that is rampant has disturbed me for most of my life, even more as I’ve matured in my thinking. Much of my writing seems as if I’m attempting, in my naive sort of way, to get deep down in there and dredge it up into the light.
I’m not sure if anyone else gets that from these poems but such is the risk of using an imperfect medium to express the dark recesses of the mind
