From the shores of the exiled
comes no stranger to herself
the suffering witness to a ravaging atrocity still alive
wet entrails, ripped bloodied carnage spins, twisting
sophisticated cannibals eat azoic code, exsanguinous victimage
becoming stagnant, pungent sinew hangs in shreds
a bleak reminder of an ominous, thematized pain
which celebrates its domination by eclipsing power with power
the despotic architect of a tormenting spiritual death
weaves pain through young reluctant flesh, winds howling,
the magnum opus screams in tones of black
cobalt agony writhes in vermilion foam sputter
utopian blood spoils, smells sticky sweetness
constricted womb expelling capitalist dogma
destruction wafts rising on icy winds, smells of repression
castrated agnatic double light of incest, the perversion
of the degenerate father craves fresh intimacies
the flesh of his flesh dictates Unam sanctam
clandestine rape a justification permeates
the scene of molestation asymmetrical
penetration, sexual crucifixion, the blunt force trauma
gnashing into the dark mysteries of tenderness
erect cocks lacerate their prize.
Beneath the robes of clergymen
a tangent fiction oblique, strained
paternal totality pursues cultural agnostic
violence of repetition of difference
destroys the chaste hopes
of the innocent child, discursive time
a zone of localization where morality is seized
held captive in a textural field of delirium
where dreams die and only bullets fly
suffer all you immobile machines
beware deterritorialized breaks, no flows
Oedipal regressive hatred soars
indigo rage of the singular object
moans excessive frenzy
beyond the wail of dying albatross
ragged, weary flesh tones speak of sensorial input
mystic opaque presses rapacious lips to ear, whispers
“Necessity is not all, yet nothing escapes it”
the transcendental criminal speaks
warns of barbarian times
single cell consciousness, fragmentation
violence breeds its tireless deficiency
the supreme madness of the flesh revised
body of the mind, tear me up tear me down.
Another structural casualty of an ominous desire.
© Copyright 2010 Justin Lee Brown aka Desiderata
Justin Lee Brown lives in Los Angeles, Califrornia with her four beloved dogs, a million books, and a piano. When she’s not working to support her poetry habbit she spends her time composing music, painting, sculpting, illustating, and writing the odd tracts of flash fiction.
