Somnambulist
THE NIGHT is incomprehensible TO THE DULL NAKED EYE OF MAN. WIND whittles LASHING RAIN IN SLANTING ARCS.
THE CAR. THEY FEEL SAFE and ENCLOSED FROM THE WORLD WITHOUT.
Shoe TURNS TO HIM IN Her GENTLE AND HE DRIVES THE CAR AND THE NIGHT SCENERY IS MOSTLY BLACK. Shoe TURNS AND
"LATE AGAIN”
"I KNOW WE MUST NOT MAKE A REPUTATION OF OURSELVES"
A SIMULATANEOUS LAUGHING
Jaundiced in the neon light:.
TREES FROZEN TERRIBLE STATUES awkward and unreal branches stretching like claws
GARDENS ORDERED, ORCHARDS, THE LAWN, AND MOTHERS BELOVED FLOWERBEDS.
A Car slowly negotiates the gravel driveway, stretched across the roof a film of water, and the sky grumbles under the weight of some impenetrable cloud
a COMMOTION DOWNSTAIRS AND MOTHER AND FATHER USHER THE SERVANTS
Shoe ANSWERS THE DOOR, Fragrant MUSIC DRIFTS FORM THE SMELL OF BURNING WOOD AND THEY LAUGH SIMULATANEOUSLY AS.
INTO THESE HALLOWED HALLS,
I DRAW A CHALK CIRCLE ON THE FLOOR AND STAND IN THE MIDDLE.
I HEAR THEM GO INTO THE DRAWING ROOM, OR THE SITTING ROOM, OR MANY OTHER WORDS.
Freeze.
Chilli, AND A dank AND A fearful fog descends,
I WALK DOWN THESE STAIRS,
My \BE CLOUDS AND steams - breath.
I SEE THEM;
GREY and shiftless, THEY STAND IN RAGGED GROUPS, whispering, and a fog surrounds them, THEY ARE lit by gash light, and they seem to RISE FROM WITHIN the mist, I LOOK UP
I stumble Through THEM AND THEY CANNOT STOP MY PASSAGE AND THEY LOOK AT ME MOURNFULLY, THESE FROZEN WOMEN, AS IF I WAS A CHILD LIKE THEIR GREY CHILDREN, CLUNG TO their SKIRTS, BUT THE MEN TURN THEIR HEADS WITH HARSH TONES AND THEY SET THEIR EYES TO WATCH THEIR FEET.
I WALK DOWN THESE, FALL DOWN THESE ENDLESS STAIRS AS THEY STOP TO WATCH, , form THE sky drips block BLOOD LIKE TAR TO SMOULDER AND SMOKE, TARNISHING THESE FINEST CARPETS,
INTO NOTHINGNESS AND NOT ONE HEEDS THEIR PASSING SEPT Mine.
I enter INTO A CORRIDER CARVED INTO FINEST WOOD, All along ITS, DIES, SIDES ARE SOMBRE POTRAITS, EVIL EYES GLITTERING FROM THE CANVAS, THEY CAN SEE, THEY CAN FEEL TOO, EVEN THE EVIL ONES CAN SENSE WHAT IS COMING. Off MY BLOOD, ASHES, SHIFTLESS AND VEILED
I CLIMB INTO THE LINEN CLOSET AND WATCH MY MOTHER AND FATHER WITH THESE THEIR GUESTS, AND I SEE THEM AS IF I LOOKED UPON A GRAVEYARD, for maggots crawl upon the carpet with worms and the earth and soil Is risen through the carpets, and white bones poke through the surface.
THEY SEEM IMPERVIOUS, GIGGLING AND CHORTLING IN FRONT OF A SWEET WOOD BURNING FIRE, WITH BEAUTIFUL VASES, AND SEASHELLS, REAL SEASHELLS FROM THE BEACH THAT MADE A SOUND LIKE THE SEA IF YOU LISTENED TO THEM.
The GREY PEOPLE TALK IN HARSH WHISPERS at first, then they grow slowly louder and they begin to chant, and shout. Gesticulate furiously and aim blows at hidden adversaries. Black eyes watch and the blood drips from the walls.
They GATHER Cloths FROM THEIR MOST BEATIFUL WOMENS UNTIL THEY ARE STARK NAKED WHILE THE GUESTS AND MY PARENTS SHOUT AND SCREAM WITH LAUGHTER, AS THEY DRINK AND CRAM NUTS INTO THEIR FACES LIKE VORACIOUS, FRENZIED nymphomaniacs, the CRUMBS Dribbling OVER THEIR SHIRTS,
They MAKE A PILE of these clothes
PALE FACES MAKE NO WORDS BUT THEY MEET EACH OTHERS EYES, TERRIBLE PIERCING EYES/
reclining on deep luxuriant sofas as eunuchs play harps and dance with vestal virgins of my father caser newly acquired harem, a gift from his new wife Cleopatra, who lay beside him, being fed grapes beside by a burly AFRICAN
Jewels ARE laden in piles by broken backed Turks, and our guests from the senate DELIGHT TO urinate in the severed head of a dead gladiator rebel.
Lest a vision beset me in my fever, and minstrels play and they dance and sing. Fat honey bees and horses shanks, they guffaw and the chandeliers rattle in time with their diamonds and the clink of champagne glasses.
Flames in their eyes from a sweet wood burning fire, the sparkle of their teeth, Indifferent they cannot notice, they do not notice the throng that surrounds them, THEY watch them silent with their ragged clothes and their brown and rotting teeth, with their misshapen limbs, Pot bellies and matchstick limbs, their eyes dark like oil. Eyes dark like oil. As silent as statues hewn, they stare. And the air freezes. Half the story never been told, cannot be told. I fell into a dream and I met murder and he was king, and beside him rode war and his name was Archbishop. From the gates of hell come two others Famine and his name was taxation, with him came Judiciary.
And some angel of light appeared in the sky, in her hand lightning, and she passed this lightning to one among the grey people. His face now young, the grime grey pallor lifted, unto the eyes of the glory of the light.
The wind whispers “Justice “
Softly every time it gives breath, the endless watchfulness, silent, and now it speaks
In the hail of machine gun fire or starving children broken backed and hobbled, in the slavery of all the people, for no reason other than your sweet luxury.
I MET MURDER AND HIS NAME WAS THE power hungry state.
AND he takes voice so all gathered can see him.
The souls and ancestors of all stand as jury in magnificent grandstands WHICH LEVITATE between the clouds and the blue sky.
“We must have justice “
AND ANGRY murmuring swells the ranks of heaven, for what justice can there be in the commune.
A slow chant
“Death and VENGANCE”
Lightning flashes and thunder rumbles.
SUCH is the coming of times and justice is served, upon the enviolators of the will, the scorpion heart of the Manipulators, the eviscerated plague upon the health of humanity, those who would worship false prophets that is themselves.
Mine heart has seen the wonderment and glory of heaven on the earth itself, and it is my mind’s eye, and in that we are all truly free. This great and terrible crime is finished
A MATCH LIGHTS, ITS FLAME Beautiful, LIKE THE SUN IN THE SKY, AND THE AIR AROUND RIPPLES WITH SMALL HEAT.
THEY TURN TO LOOK AT ME WITH THEIR EMPTY EYES HOLLOW PIERCING EYES, Shooting at ME IN a HORRIBLE WHISPER, HORRIBLE harmony OF SOMNAMBULISM SEPULCHRE, STINKING OF ROTTING RANK, GRAVE GYRATING, TERRIBLE AND FROZEN.
a HOLLOWNESS IN MY FEAR, MY SELF DROPS OUT OF ME AND RISES TO MEET MYSELF AND I AM PARALYSED, AS I HEAR THEIR CALL.
from NAKED STATUETTES WITH STIFF NIPPLES AND GROANING AND STICKING THEIR HANDS BETWEEN THEIR THIGHS AND THEIR MEN TAKE THEM, AND ANGELS CIRCLE OVERHEAD LIKE IN CHRISTMAS CARDS ABOUT THE BABY JESUS, AND THESE ANGELS DANCE WITH DEVILS, A RING A RING OF POSIES
THEY SING
A RING A RING OF POSIES.
"Run”
"RUN, SAVE YOURSELF"
RAGS CATCH A FIRE, AND I RUN U THE STIARS THEY WALK AND MOVE TO BLOCK MY PATH BUT THEY CANNOT STOP ME AND I RUN THROUGH THEM LIKE GHOSTS, INTO MY ROOM.
I LIE COWERING UNDER THE COVERS.
Crackle, a seethe, smell, so sweet, crackle...............................................................................................................................................................................................................
FIRE,
FIRE,
FLAMES creep, UP THE WALLS AND CHOKE THE WINDOWS AND Licking the carpets and wooden walls, FIRE.
The RAIN CANNOT DAMPEN THE Heat, A FLURRY OF RED AND ORANGE Rearing, CLEANSING FIRE. Scarce HEARD ARE THE SCREAMS WITHIN...................
THEY ARE SAFE NOW,
FORGIVE Me.
I WHEEL AWAY INTO THE NIGHT SKY AND CRY TO MY COMPANIONS,
"Craw, craw, craw”
MY DARK WINGS FLAPPING SILENTLY IN THE FREEZING DRIPPING SKY.
Opportunities’ address themselves in the dream of insipient and insipid,]
Cured desirous flippant and vivacious,
Drifts of snow on curvaceous elopes.
Tumble and roll, crawl in the dice and bold,
Withered and feathered
Paradise sips curiously on a Malibu and ice.
Furiously coasting, accosting like the
Exact moment.
Presenting itself like a birthday, churlish, deserting frozen wilderness..
The faith of fate guarantees some sort of requiem, fortune and return.
risible deference elaborate, eloquensst, collaborates with two primary colours/
Draw rings and wings like ancient freedoms de pictorial of the pictures, ruptures,
troubled like yourself by ornate descendings, meanderings , ghostly liquer surroundings
proud, outstanding, beautiful.
lingering melodious and sinister.
Rather them to accept this, dissect like an ant, or explore with ignominy.
Wooden varnished tables from the Amazon jungles swarm with cuckolds and chirrups,
galloping, flashing lightning, into the azure sunset like smoke signals. Insects crawl, dribbling, tepid otherworldly drawl.
Gather together, in a large pile of fevered ravages, gloriously incumbent, shamelessly mediocre, squalid, reclining on a Persian rug.
To feast on the food laid before like medieval kings and noblemen.
Welcoming, through my door, very pleased to meet your , eyes, shaking like Parkinson, crippled fool.
Opaque diamonds fiddle luxuriant, dissipating, rapt within the concourse, the debate of fingers, captivating discourse, a random cleavage grave under bright sunlight. Like the pigeon, subtle the surgeon in shrubbery.
polyfilla to dement the cranks, swelling from most ancient sources. belle and tragic epoch sojourned, symphonic syphilitic wretches, encrusted in gold dirt.
hollow, crystalline, baked breadbasket sands,
unfortunate disproportionate radius. The mournful echo of a cradle.
Cuckold the week, intransigent Favorite- Fortune desires magnifies , dimorphic transition exemplifying voracity.
Velocity of the shrewd, naked and beautiful choirs shunning moribund ludicrous,
swelling like sombrero, weeping cunninglingus.
harmonica angel lyre.
nearer, closer to the dubious, closed in magnificence.
Clandestine of the satyrs, hung like threads,
cyncister, louche, nervous ticket,
curiously couche, uncouth - aloof.
cataract, concienciousness clutching of thy beloved left breast, verily saythee.
andverily say i, adversity with a mingled cunning,,
rehersall slowly thriving down by my feer
