Pimp City (Plate 1)
I hate this pimp city of mine.
It treats me like a whore citizen.
(I do not trust its spoken ideologies)
This pimp city –
imports foreign brides to fill its coffers;
imports foreign whores to satisfy its needs;
imports foreign harlots to call its own.
It builds great asylums for everyone;
Its opiate for the masses is the demagogy of capitalism;
Its hypodermic remedy is the bewitching prism of narcissism;
It is a constructed heaven of self-surveillance and inward lament.
This pimp city –
it denies me the pleasure of being;
Exalted.
On the Other Side of Midnight (Plate 6)
footprints.
twist.
pawprints.
turn.
shadows.
nurt.
claws.
tsiwt.
teeth.
On the Other Side of Midnight (Plate 5)
dying and desperate, and dire, delirious
I scratch off my flaming lethal humanity
and I shed off my malevolent mortality
staring into the hellish cremating fire
I scratch and destroy
opening
the bloody gates of a devouring nightmare
and of burning all-consuming terror.
On the Other Side of Midnight (Plate 3)
in twilight the heavens coruscate and
slowly
I am filled with
frightening fear
frantically furiously ferociously forcefully
I fight this torment of faithless pain and fury
sweetened by the strange allure of foreboding fleshless
madness.
On the Other Side of Midnight (Plate 2)
it is pale and silver and black on the horizon when it begins
the cold flickers and whirls upon surges of the winter winds
and I am in wanting
dancing along my skin are tingles of darkness
and a deep unsaturated urge to scratch my bones off
creeps over my wandering mind.
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