FOURTH ISSUE: The Volcano Part Two - Betrayal
The second (of four) installment of a 45-minute daydream that ended with my first two-way conversation with a character (image) of the unconscious.
…Continued from Part One
Men Like Him Curious miniature monetized man How do you override my conscience? I know better than to push forth into nausea Self-examination of open wounds and scars But lilacs along the fenceline always led Me into lies that hide behind the shed And now down humid hallways lure First contact with skin In mother’s arms A blanket wrapped around shoulders fresh in from the storm Memories cast me when I see her seated lotus sleeping A wreath of white peonies Midnight violet yoke decor Kissing hands and buttered lash To meet her is to lay hands on the clutch That holds the shape of the unknown Moment to moment she changes Masked stadium of tentacles Is she changing or is it just my perception dying off? For where were flowers now are skulls Where was silk now is wool Suddenly I’m empty and bloated Afraid to see her eyelids rise I ride the lines of rush Why do I seek such misery? Shunted snouts rooted in the body rock All her means of stone control Paralytic impasse; electric sneer First my foot then chokes my ankle Drag my fingernail scraping My lonely thought “That fucking dwarf.” Exploit me world I am naive As man can be Until betrayed Crucifiction armature Where the witchy warrior waits Who is this brother senior? A long lost friend? Who breaks my pain like bread, And dips me in oil? Who shields me in cocoon Absorbs me into memory Why do his cheeks run red Jewelry made of genitals Why he is able to joke after killing Where are exiled men like him?