(From my book, "Memoirs of an Exquisite Mephistophelian") nuclear immaculate white light swallows the entity we recognize as color absorbing auto erotic verve from split atoms as the camera’s Cialis activates, a throbbing notion of animated politic mounts a baritone monopoly [freeze frame] who can be the most pompous monotheistic bastard, the most delusional? snap it and smile with sharpened teeth (mosquitoes carry parabolic pandemic with each flutter) slipping into flammable protocol the host passes on contamination on your knees, skeptic it’s raining slander inside the asylum of our hearts it’s raining contagion, it’s raining… no, actually it’s only drizzling beads of mercury onto the tender organs of our children’s destiny we can only revise the cracks in our petrified credentials so much until we become unrecognizable headfirst our headstones descend into virtual default with embellished inscriptions leading our histories in figure eights, insulting the intelligence of our pantomiming guardian cantos force feeding is reaching its climax with hallowed aggression leading the charge no species can survive an alpha holocaust and the cost is the scalene memory of independence as scatter shot cells of white ash blanket our optimistic context, the symmetry of color, the grandeur of shade, its dense glow reanimates the Reich of taboo illusion with clouds of pale locusts with a receding ocean frozen with the polish of radioactive gloss white cloaked pawns stumble into place to push and thrust and the lone red button is a glutton for grief, pulling wounded ego to safety-pull as herds of inebriated amoeba drift along the matted mane of orphaned liability, feeling the way through knots of unkempt shrubbery, starving, with numb antennae, camped out in the valley of Jungian split ends, the reins constrict and the reign of white rain begins unwarranted retribution has no real friends, only the slithery sheen of artificial monstrosity every stroke of iridescence suffer the fallout of antecedent manifestation [a massacred construct of lava frozen cornucopia] erupt a single secluded hydra lifts its tetragonal skull to visualize a cloned reflection of a perennial paradise, but nothing is visible to the naked slate it’s now drizzling what appears to be mummified white dust oh my god, it’s drizzling our life force and the bumper sticker Christs are doing nothing about it a blatant mockery of the nationally insecure thorns of implication that they covet like their over crowded tank of refuge we swim for the cause of self empowerment when the great whites hunt for discipline and isolation is a rainbow of brilliance emanating rescue from a pin, stapled to the cage of proud charlatans those traitors to the throne of elderly hypnotics in these ever so flippant times even roaches are reaching mortal expectancy, falling and no longer indestructible stoned to death by the scapegoat scholars of a columbine concentration camp where resolution is so far out of focus, concentration becomes just another bionic follicle, skipping aimlessly toward a sea of open mouths ready to take in the placebo of quixotic martyrdom the days of tolerance are numbered and coded to coincide with numbers humming hymns of reverse verse in tune with the concord of millennium compliance with endurance so distant from the grasp of leper deformed hands, the enigmatic idiom begins the count at seven (the number of the beast) dedicating its brief moments of sobriety to cyclical spirituality six…five…four and all the signs are still out of focus three…two…one… and every single organism is coated with a white ash -Mike P. Nero (Me)
Posted on: Tue, 09 Jul 2013 03:53:54 +0000
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