The Unwavering Cold Blackness...

The unwavering cold blackness
of the Unknown.
The surrounding gorge of swarming
like a whore’s eager thighs
that grip and writhe her
pitifully devoured lover.
We are swallowed like mice
by the warm sweet mist of night
and the dark highway of night.

Gravel by the side of the road
I have known
w/only the moon’s silvery bathing
cascades to witness the
broken silence of lopsided lonely

Road Days.
Beast fear and
a poet’s dream.

I live like a vandal
in the holy Temple of all creation.

-I can go no further,
he mumbles to himself
in a soft, whispered voice.

-I will tell you of blasphemies and
abominations and pariahs and
outlaws. What was I saying? Ah. And
a billion serpent tongued mongrels
standing shoulder to death winged
shoulder against Freedom and

Recall the lost cities and abandoned
towns of our fathers-Toronto, the demighoul;
Winnipeg, bastard child of a masturbator;
Vancouver and Oakland; San Francisco,
that wine tinged dandy who loves to frolick
and dance and play naked games in the
forests of men and angels & never retires.

In the purple of the Oblivion,
there are centuries that burn
and oceans that know you.

Windigoes reside there.
Fauns and satyrs,
ancient harpies.

Yeah, ghosts and devils.

O weary wanderer, cool and sad, lift your
tired gaze, your sunken eyes streaked
by loss and exile and the horrors
of insane years and confusion.

-I sailed a salted sea on wheels
and tricked intoxications of delight.
And I came to a beautiful city, luxurious
and statuesque, but is hidden by
mountains and encumbered clouds
of cloth and rain.

The desert waits like a crouched lion.

Only a hanged man can see
the divine translation of shit
and sin, larceny.

And I will still storm the fucking
Universe and run rampant on new
streets of a new megalopolis.
There will be new taverns and inns
to get wasted and fall down in.
New images to destroy.
New connections & new hopes, passions.

Yeah, new wild pursuits like the
first golden blonde wasserfalls of dawn.

O Age! Chrome the icing of my
phantasia that I may enter Her
joyously like a bandit of a 1000
frozen hearts-

The Unwavering Cold Blackness...


Brighton, United States

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Artist's Description

Enter the shitstorm w/me. Tell me you got balls.

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