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Part Two…
Do you know what it is to be, to know, to
will, & yet to keep silent? Can you stand on the edge
of that great abyss & say “I was there, in that, & I
have escaped?”
Where are you now? Are you where you planned
to be, are you tracking in on the life you knew was
waiting for you from the moment you struggled into the
world, gurgling & choking on your mother’s fluids?
What meager livelihood have you carved out for
yourself, what great reward sits waiting for you
beyond all the demons & dragons you have yet to slay?
This world of fire supports artists & saviors, only
you have not achieved what you expected, you are still
straining for that ethereal dream.
Are you bitter, knowing what you know, yet
still unable to make your voice heard amidst the
torrent of ideas that assault your every sense? Does
passion leave you cold, drain you of your very
identity, leave you hollow & strung out like some
junkie vagrant? Do thoughts sneak in while you’re
trying desperately to fall asleep, like some
unsatisfied lover coming back for more?
I don’t just accept life. I wasn’t thrust
into this world willingly, nor was I planned, or even
wanted. I was born then given away to whoever would
take me, like an unwanted puppy, a stray. I found
myself in a family I could not understand, in a world
I cannot comprehend. I found life, itself, to be a
cruel joke with an unnerving punch line, a sickness in
& of itself.
I stared down death in my early years, tempted
death, danced with death, courted death like others my
age courted lovers. I came face to face with death in
a small town on the outskirts of wherever, spent
months speaking with death.
& After it was close to me, after death had
reached down with its skeletal hand to beckon me in,
after the contract was written & signed, I gave death
the finger & told it to fuck off, to find someone else
to replace me on the next train out of town.
& I went on.
I sought out love, sought out friendship &
loyalty, but I found only treason & lust. I
discovered shadows where fires once burned. I tasted
black rain where tears should have been; found masks
on the faces of those I had known.
I summoned up demons & pagan gods, but only my
own imagination answered as the neon lights buzzed
their indifference. I begged God on bended knees to
shelter my soul, but found quasars & black holes
burning where heaven should have been.
I howled & writhed under full moons, willing
myself to shift forms, to be overtaken by spirits, to
find magick where only madness existed & it all came
to nothing.
& Still I go on.
Do you know despair, the damp metallic tang on
angst, the flooding of shame & guilt that arises when
the last notion of belief has been swept away? Do you
find yourself staring for hours at a stranger in your
bathroom mirror, dead eyes & all reflecting a shell
consumed from within with the hunger of needing
sensation?
They say life is for the living, & ignore
death with all the flippant cynicism of a decaying
culture. They drive fast cars & drink cheap whiskey,
watch sports & visit tit bars & laugh at death, never
realizing they have already passed on. I’ve done it
as well, that’s how I know. I’ve been in the driver’s
seat, I’ve drunk that cheap whiskey, I’ve danced to
black music & befriended dead whores.
I know the darkness & the light & it all
appears as a uniform gray to me. I have only my own
senses to go on, I know only what I have observed, & I
do not care to repeat a single thing. If I had my
life to live over again I would change everything,
every chance I could get.
I want to do it, say it, drink it, taste it, &
fuck it all, even death. I want to die a hundred
different ways, to sacrifice myself for freedom, to
overdose on heroin, to drive head-on into an oncoming
train. I want to be the sum of my experiences, to be
able to say “I did this, I did all there was to do.”
*
Each day that passes I feed the rage that
burns within. Each moment I feel it, pulsating,
churning, & twisting my innards into a mesh of acid &
ache. I feel agony & pressure begging release from
the prison I constructed within myself. Everywhere I
look I see myself reflected in the world around me.
The chaos of my mind is the traffic jams of early
morning & late evening, the panic & paranoia of my
thoughts is the warzone of the inner city, the hunger
for release the addicts in the alleyways.
I am far from peace; I have found decay &
entropy in my soul, my subconscious seethes with
despair. I know that somewhere, somehow, there is a
greatness waiting, that all of this is merely a test
of my patience, a lesson to be learned, a process of
strengthening. It is a dream I will soon awaken from…
I know there is a purer reality hidden
underneath this static matter, that souls can speak
directly to one another in some way I cannot fully
grasp, but I do not know from where my knowledge has
arisen.
It’s like I’m waiting for someone to come wake
me, someone who sees through my shells, my masks, &
would sense my soul, hidden behind my walls…
*
She has the grace & the goodness of an angel
deep within her heart. She shines forth radiance with
each breath. I have never known anyone who appears so
full of life as her. There are traces of immortality
in her touch. She lends meaning to the mundane tasks
of daily living.
She, in every way, is as a kindred spirit to
me; there are connections between us I can only
faintly sense; yet I know they exist. With every
passing word, every idle comment, I know the extent of
her perfection.
I have found in her the vision I thought lost,
gone for all time. She sees the beauty in life I once
knew but had forgotten. She senses the darkness that
has consumed me, that has spit me back out into this
corrupt world, & she soothes it, bringing to me the
ability to chart my way through the shadows of my mind
to rescue my cowering soul.
It is not romance that leaves me in awe of
her, not in the slightest. She is a healer; she
brings new life, regenerative & pure. She shows me my
strength. She has taught me just a little of what it
means to love. Not love her, not fall into love, but
to find love for the world around me, find love within
myself. She has brought me epiphanies in a kind
phrase, a shared dream, & I am & will always be
forever grateful.
All I once thought destroyed, stolen, &
crushed was merely buried deeply & masked away. She
has provided me with the desire, the drive, & the
stamina to seek it out & expose it to the light. She
is my first true encounter with a muse.
She is the one I have been awaiting, & the
process of waking has begun.
*
What else is there to despise?
Have we not turned up our noses enough?
This world is still filled with so many crushing
moments, so many depleted resources. I fuck it all,
flip it all off. Depressed so far back into my head I
cannot move, the weight of complete numbness
transcends my very being. Taste of melancholy copper
in my mouth as I chew away the dry spots on my lips &
spit out dead skin.
Is there pure left in these patchwork systems, liver
spots on dreaded fingers, flannel fashions for
hardline demons. We got bomb, got blood on
handshakes, drinks for vagrants, laughter for disease
victims. I will treat you to a death march, dance
corpse lights for you.
I want death to be a brush with fate, to announce
death with terror, a bombing in the cold alley & a
slave driver for the ministry. There should be an
illumination, some great pyre as witness to the
execution; I wish death on each of us, wish death in
the great lazy days of summer. I want death for
breakfast, death as an old friend at my wedding. I
want to scream out death’s name as I wait for my first
born. I wait with breath clenched in my fist for
death to show itself.
We are all going to die; do you want these webs? Do
you tangle them yourself or are you blessed from some
outside source? These brutal steel teeth that clamp
themselves to your side as we hide. Laughter seems so
morbid with its cold cold comfort we waited for beyond
this taunt.
*
It grinds its skull into granite & limestone & builds
clay idols to the war gods & secret orgies & shaken
faith of this neon age, I know greed when it stretches
its waiting arms & beckons from that blue light we all
own, when I go wandering through the suburban night &
see the shadows framed by the blue light within shade
drawn windows, oh yes, I’ve stared into the blue light
of greed long enough to feel the pleasing numbness of
what the fuck is this shit... I dare say we dare
nothing, nothing different, nothing new, nothing but
what we’ve already seen, there is no new depravity or
purity or passion left to explore, & death itself is
weak & shallow…
They’ve beaten me down with their fever shows & love
is the strongest of speeches, they’ve taken bits of my
flesh for their obscenities & tasted my tongue in the
strangest of places… they know who they are, you
could count their fingers on one hand with a clenched
fist, they make me sick… the soil wasted the crops
these days, your hate martyrs the soul, I grieve for
the old ways, free of reason, passionate & profound in
their eyes… you cold, steal cold from the winters
end, bring it on like a morning cigarette dangling
with the rhythm of stairwells & loose lips, taste me…
ah, forget me now, leave door swinging on rust graven
hinges, peel out of control from the grit & decay &
take it to the farthest reaches of pain you grind down
on it…
They’ve slept long enough to awaken without remorse,
these pairs of confusion & reason mingle, hard &
shattered, stainless & bleeding, you grasp at them,
wind the thread that binds us all into a knot of
absolution, I wait confined & mesmerized by the
wayside… fear takes a vacation, death a holiday, time
sidetracked against a mirror image…
What else is time for?