The Hell War

 

 

 

 

 

The Hell War

 

 

Hades crowns the flight

of dirty falcons

with scarlet galaxies

spilled by hell's black tusk

 

above cities cracked,

 broken-backed

in that glittering metaverse

where truth wobbles itself

 

into lies, idiots become geniuses

and poets wolves,

their meat

the bleeding revolution.

In the shadows, all that's left

of softness

rocks the experimental child

who cannot cry.

March 2023 ~ a 55

 

 

 

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Images: Untitled (Hell Tower,)  © Zdzisław Beksiński  Fair Use

The Molars of Leviathan, © Wayne Douglas Barlowe  Fair Use

Beach With Absence of Yellow

 

 

 

 

 

Beach With Absence Of Yellow

 

 

 

 

Because

you were gone

the sun was a gin-soaked gypsy

in a yellow dress

going inevitably down

down where sticky darkness

wants to go, sliding from

the mouths

 

of ruined sailors

whose pleasures led them to the overflow,

drowned down gold-bright waves, row on row,

to wash up sorry scarecrows

on the shore, back-stabbed and 

broken to the empty land once more.

Because

everything is gone,

the morning sun is sober as a cat,

bored and batting at the palm-leaf's knees.

The sailor's flattened hat is

shredded on an unpersuaded breeze

that only wants to quit

 

and all along the boulevard

cigarette butts still roll,

the mirrors lie,

the telephones ring.

 

 

March 2023

 

 

 

 

posted for

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Images: Venus and the Sailor, 1935 ©Salvador Dali 

Vegetal Puppets, 1938 ©Remedios Varo