from an epic speed-written poem?
title of poem: INFERNOES inspired by Dante's Divine Comedy...
The middle of hell refines death And smacks the faces of this child.
Babies mourn the dreams Of their parents. Heaven may not
Delve its death. I die now.
Hell is filled with bees And bees devour their hives. Pots of honey rove
The sun. Hell is filled with Wasps. The hairs of women Darken passions with the
Enamoured curates of the
Killed. My mind is spent.
Eyes break up and men Seize foresight from the Words of love. Fused,
Stars burn out. Denial Drowns effusiveness in
Blood. My blood tests Hades-red.
The flowers in hell have heads Which behave like ghosts. Ghosts are phantoms and ghosts
Host parties for the thrilled. This mad mind denotes the thrilled
As shadows of fun dance and play. The stride of this world ends
The earth. The quietus made by men Who lead the dance because they
Have no home must interact With times that shorten breath.
This house is filled with lions. Cats sleep inside their clawed fires.
Eyes peer from out the windows
Of raped kids, and defiance
Shapes the snatches of the void.
Lust curates the playing-fields Of love. If sense has died away
Please accept that passion must Rue the day it chooses for
Revival. Christ is dead and gone.
Fires are thrilled by enemas. Pangyrics spill from out death's wall. Anodynes to murder split
God's mind. The centre of the sun Reveals a star condemned by
The murdered masons of the soul. If man travels beyond light
He shall find a second earth Contained in the embers of a third
Mind. Venus calls to her friends.
Death flows with sucrose and Dextrose. The sirens of the killed Rise up from the pogroms of the West.
Lithe eyes peer from the nest of love.
Death flows with shrouded felines. The wars of this world pandecate the culled
Laws of the misbegotten maimed.
There is no ode for the cocked hell-raped?
this is a brief extract... Copyright jim bellamy 2004..