a further speed-written response to Dante's 'Inferno'
kinematic force
Must rape the swiftness of this coarse Rainbow, and petroleum
Lashes eyes unto the burned Lids of life's third mind.
A cloak of darkness wraps around The torrents of a snowfall
And shawls of bleeding entertain
The unsexed beast of night and day.
Death entreats the sick to bear The wagers of this tar-dressed night.
The depths of murder feud for pain
And the quietus of the killed Bears guns, bombs, gas, knives
Unto the centre of a hidden sea.
Mother-naked, strapped at tongue, Death goes down the Dominion.
Dom Daniel may not snip my sex For oceans turned inside their bays
Will see their slicks of kerosene Arise from burning empires.
Kisses dress mad girls as children.
The crushing wavelets of despised Wars transpose all rivers with
The breathing moaning of death's dawn;
And at the very base of hell Arms outstretch as if alive -
But thence the swiftness of love Turns hands askance from welcoming
Wherein man's angels move
Against the pits and coal-phased Lasers shot from out the cloyed
Plains of brain-dead woman.
It's rather like a downward spiral, Where marriage lives for just one day
or else the car man drives in
Lies smashed to pieces in the grey willfulness of life's exile.
Guns, bombs, knives and gas Will traipse the sun with thunder-claps
And where this world lies cleansed
Of all her enamoured fearing,
The fragility of life Must whisper in Christ's ears.
Must rape the swiftness of this coarse Rainbow, and petroleum
Lashes eyes unto the burned Lids of life's third mind.
A cloak of darkness wraps around The torrents of a snowfall
And shawls of bleeding entertain
The unsexed beast of night and day.
Death entreats the sick to bear The wagers of this tar-dressed night.
The depths of murder feud for pain
And the quietus of the killed Bears guns, bombs, gas, knives
Unto the centre of a hidden sea.
Mother-naked, strapped at tongue, Death goes down the Dominion.
Dom Daniel may not snip my sex For oceans turned inside their bays
Will see their slicks of kerosene Arise from burning empires.
Kisses dress mad girls as children.
The crushing wavelets of despised Wars transpose all rivers with
The breathing moaning of death's dawn;
And at the very base of hell Arms outstretch as if alive -
But thence the swiftness of love Turns hands askance from welcoming
Wherein man's angels move
Against the pits and coal-phased Lasers shot from out the cloyed
Plains of brain-dead woman.
It's rather like a downward spiral, Where marriage lives for just one day
or else the car man drives in
Lies smashed to pieces in the grey willfulness of life's exile.
Guns, bombs, knives and gas Will traipse the sun with thunder-claps
And where this world lies cleansed
Of all her enamoured fearing,
The fragility of life Must whisper in Christ's ears.