DEAD ELECTRIC and TWICE ALIVE

A PIT OPENED IN MY CHEST
A BLACK SINKHOLE THAT SEEMED TO SWALLOW THIS WORLD
TO BECOME THIS WORLD
TO BE AS ONE WITH THIS WORLD

NOW IM THICK WITH ITS FILTH
AND RICH WITH IS CARNAL TRUTHS
SOMEHOW DEAD ELECTRIC AND TWICE ALIVE
A SINGULARITY OF THE PUREST HATE
IN COPULATION WITH THE INFINITE DENSITY OF THE TRUEST LOVE
CANCELING EACH OTHER OUT IN CONFLICTING CLIMAX
PLANTING THE SEED OF ABSOLUTE VOID
OBLITERATING EVERYTHING THAT WAS HUMAN IN ME
WHILE SIMULTANEOUSLY GIVING BIRTH TO MY NEW BEING

REBORN A SELF-MADE BASTARD BEAST
BITING THE HEAD OFF THAT WHICH GAVE ME LIFE
NOW SEEING IN NEW DIRECTIONS
HUNGRY FOR RAW INTERACTION
NAKED ATTRACTION
RUNNING WILD
LIVING ON THE LIVING

I AM THE NEW JAWS OF LIFE
RIPPING AT SPACE
TEARING AT TIME
LOOKING FOR SOMETHING FUN TO PLAY WITH BETWEEN THE KNOWN AND THE UNKNOWN
ALL THE WHILE VIVID WITH EXISTENCE AS RED AS THE BLOOD ON MY FACE
WITH DEATH BY THE THROAT, AS IT HAS MINE
KNOWING I WILL LOSE, BUT AT LEAST I'LL KNOW THE TASTE
WHEN THE HUNTER OF HUNTERS DRAINS MY BEAST BLOOD COLD

PERHAPS TO BE BEAST IS TO BE HUMAN
AND WHAT I THOUGHT I WAS
NEVER WAS

EXTINCT I WILL GO
A PIT WILL OPEN IN THIS WORLD
A BLACK SINKHOLE TO SWALLOW ME WHOLE
TO BECOME THIS WORLD
TO BE AS ONE WITH THIS WORLD

EXOTHERMIC BOY

This is a poem about the cremation of my brother Linn.

SUMMER HAS A PLACE FOR THEM

SEND YOUR CHILDREN TO PLAY IN THE ELECTROMAGNETIC FIELDS
SUMMER HAS A PLACE FOR THEM UNDER ULTRAVIOLET EYES
HIDE AND SEEK WITH RADIATION
BUILDING FORTS HIGH IN THE POWER LINES
WRITING THEIR NAMES IN THE MELTED BLACK TAR STREETS
NO MATTER HOW DESOLATE THE FUTURE
MARCHING WITH DEDICATION TO PLAY
LIKE TINY ANTS WITH DEDICATION TO WORK
ALL AT THE MERCY OF THE IMAGINARY GODS OF THEIR PARENTS
AS NAIVE AS CHILDREN, BUT INFINITELY CRUEL
HOLDING MAGNIFYING GLASSES BENEATH OZONE HOLES
BURNING AWAY THEIR YOUTH IN SICK PLEASURE
UNTIL AT SUMMERS END
FROM WITHIN THE PEELING RED SKIN
YOUR CHILDREN WILL IMMERGE
CHILDREN NO MORE
THEIR PLAYFUL INNOCENTS WILL BE DEAD
THEY WILL TAKE THEIR PLACE WITH THE WORKING ANTS
AND FALL VICTIM TO THE CANCER THAT IS EVERYDAY LIVING
EVERYDAY DYING
ALWAYS DREAMING OF BETTER SUMMERS PAST

A LIFE IN THE DAY OF THE MAYFLY

COMING OUT OF THIS NYMPH STATE
TO SEE AS ONE IN A THOUSAND WAYS
NOTHING COMES IN
NOTHING GOES OUT
MY VESTIGIAL MOUTH
TO LIVE AND DIE IN JUST ONE SETTING SUN
TO LIVE AND ONLY MAKE ONE CONTRIBUTION
WHEN SKY IS FILLED IN RITUAL COLLISION
HOT MASSES OF INSECT COITION
FROM NESTING EARTH
TO WORLDLY GRAVE
THE CRUEL GIVE AND TAKE
IN THIS EPHEMERAL EXISTENCE