1.
in the final stages of development,
manifestation of acute cognizance
prognosticates the condition's characteristically rapid onset
of an all-consuming paralysis.
circumscribed by the bone wall borders of your skull,
the sound of an engine barreling down the tracks;
patient will remain unresponsive.
prepare for the blood-splatter.
2.
neatly lined, straight in a row, a stretch of cadavers dreaming.
if I were walking near their line,
knees turned inward,
twisted spine,
a pile of inactive corporeality,
slabs of meat spattered with swirls,
bewitching contours pigment the skin
and with one last violent push,
rot permeates completely within -
falderal and fiddle-dee-dee,
skeleton sopping with decay;
lithe marrow leaden with river currents,
the cynic's bones disintegrating to cinders,
crushed by the pressure of the briny-deep -
infrastructure submerged, to carry on is strenuous,
torpid beneath the drenched, jagged chine,
fingertips dancing atop the tenuous arch,
spiny and barbed, the persistent threat of drawing blood.
with the camber fully waterlogged, the corpus mislaid mobility,
damn rib cage threatening to cave - say goodbye, dear center of gravity!
crumpling and contorting, look at this ouroboros's malady;
nose on the verge of kneecaps, musk barging into the nasal cavity,
putrescence oozing listlessly through the body in its totality.
hollowed bones hold reliquaries for trilling streams, a baptistery,
and viscera throbbing, guts spluttering a crocus liquid, sans extraterritoriality -
a cough, bodily fluid on my skin. eyelids drooping, dropping vitality,
the subaquatic spirit seized, the flesh floating in the constant flux of humanity -
oh, the brutality of actuality.
bleary, atrophy, nitty-gritty,
crumbling about the terra firma,
their image cannot be trusted.
defunct bundles of bodies
bleached by relentless streams
of sunlight sweeping
across heaps of spindly limbs
and bloodless skin -
an irradiated cluster,
alive with figures melting
into a blinding glare -
lacerating a hazy intaglio,
glowing serene and surreal,
as the perpetual afterimage
staining the insides of your eyelids
with an incessantly neon tinge.
defunct bundles of bodies,
an endless loop
of silhouettes coalescing,
and in impassioned pirouettes confined,
the spread of intermixing dark
induced an indistinct effluvium:
an emanation walking in bird songs,
inbred in the atmosphere's anatomy,
a discernible gloom skulking away
from the warmth of our breath freshly exhaled.
we live blind-folded.
the ascent of each shadow,
ready to infiltrate to the marrow,
lunging head-on to an indivisibility so thorough,
let loose that wish on the lips,
"the thump of my heart
quivers within your torso",
the horizon so inky, the rayless sky,
the clammy warmth of sorrow,
someone's fingers at your pant leg, and an urge to follow -
alabaster fingers weaving hyacinths and lilies,
alas, the lovely Dido,
pearly skin adorned with flora,
she turned to walk from the grotto.
petals shuddering all about her feet,
split by a fiery wind bewailing the ache,
completely unleashed, rushing by indiscreet,
this will never be complete.
she looks towards the sea, towards a distant echo.
and she'll be dead by tomorrow.
defunct bundles of bodies,
skin splitting as it disintegrates to dust.
slip your fingers through the grains,
listen for the screams,
when you've filled your palm.
3.
a distant beeping, smell too sterile
to not wittingly mistake it, without doubt, as bleach.
i'm watching pale purple veins twitch
with the roll of your eyes mid-REM cycle.
darting back and forth.
i might be there soon.
4.
this is how Odysseus must've felt,
so near to Penelope, so near to Ithaca's sand
he may have kept safe the granules
which brutally bunched beneath his fingernails as Aeolus's winds,
set loose by greedy fingers searching for jewels or gemstones,
dragged him away from the sturdy earth and carried Odysseus back out to sea.
i hear you call my name; yeah, i was saying something, wasn't i?
my ears are seashells. it's all gonna fall apart.
"Never mind. I can't remember."