Smoky eve undressed screeching crimson winds

Blood moon swaying sinking curls brushing steel

Monoliths; bombers cruised bruised skies.

stars

Charged hypersonic fighter jets, plasma

Full of serenades, Dark Tower showered

Shallow shadows: world spit me out, fell back to

Entropy, pills, and pornography. Gaul

Heights center of gravity, what holds me up?

John Cowells watched nights collide, blue moon… rounds

Rolled in rusty cylinder, journals stacked

Up to Oblivion, quarter filled bourbon,

Taste never budging. He wrote the only

Girl he could imagine, one before Hellfire

Out in Dallas? Pink City? her my last

Care in this domed state. He wrote nights, lost

Days of sleep- an obsession driving him.

Stale UTOPIA night fell deep into

Lovestruck sheets; he cut empty gem pages

With diamond tipped pen, every word a moment

Closer to realities dictated by

A fairytale love. another parade

Of drones and Legion Rangers, surveillance

Swayed away a dwindling writer’s block;

Manic fist clenched shimmering inky dweller,

Stellar pilgrimage to ego death; she was

Out in New Navajo, galloping like

Josey Wales, battling giants, Major

Dick Winters amongst gory poppy fields:

An infinite war of love and hell. He

Wandered memories of his dear mother

Wrapping him before leaving for DC.

Dagger cut, hours venture to insanity.

The Machine crackled wicked vinyl pops,

Voltaic rhythm etched rigid landscapes

Against hole-punched walls, galactic shutters

Assail solar winds, warping time through borrowed

Sleep, tomorrow seeks today venture noble

One; Cowells peaked blinds divide; Interstellar

vacuum awoke him from his afternoon

Hibernation, depressants and valium:

Analog God silence suicidal

Idealogue, repent! repent! four walls

Judge closer, days wasted, hold on to what

You can't, soon she'll leave, love's reprieve. sorrow

Sweet, digitize for an hour or eight, just

Enough to make crickets chirp, shirts stay on

For weeks, showers optional, misery

Like a hawk swooping as I begin to stand.

Fade away Flower of Evil, burn! shrivel!

Before destruction

of Empire

Council carved Legions;

Became one

Under

Canvas skies.

I was on my way to hide

cold summers and same lies;

trains running late, heart palpitates

names and faces strained

coffee black and skin blue;

empress swam skies calm

all alone, burdened by stormed

estuaries, sea trenches diverging;

I remember her heartbeat

just over a hundred thumps

like a roaming rabbit she'd stampede

shriveled weeds, baked soil compacted;

I remember each tremor gracing my

paracausal corpse, nothing quite knocked me

little could contain every anchored day,

subterranean plummet; I defy the hour he

knocks, and breaks my cavernous cavity

in the name of love.

I burden elements

disturb your

colloquial fragrance.

To awake afraid

K9s aching, tongue

lacerated

Sore muscles straying

vacant bedframe

squirming, memory-like

Maggots inching closer…

I

Left the Underground unscathed, excursions out

In New Navajo, iced bitter brew numbs tongue,

Tactics of survival and momentum hidden

Behind neon signs, Titanic and great

Goliath, shrinking city passage, drooling

Drunks and sinking strips, bumbling boozed fanatics

Speak as I-compressed chest drown in mega-

Metropolis, clubs carry dazing, striking

Sonics, stupor stupefy, another

Icy vodka, gin and perhaps rum, sun

Soon splashes heaps of daylight, back to work

9 to infinity- exodus of

Single entity; back to passive days

Waves of denizens flow past me, hats and suits,

Charged flavored smokes, cherry breathes pollinate

Silver tonic skies, lies broadcasting above.

Certain tonight's my curtain call, sure she'll

Sway nebulous rose bud spiral, helix

Acids pass her midnight lures: soon I follow.

Ghosted along cyber heated nights, swirls

Call and raging emerald tendrils pass

Her starry countenance, blooming dust born

Beasts exhale from her galactic breath, ice

Wisps bury our light year love:

I will return.

II

Chest ignited by tequila shot’s burden

Same bars with timeless friends, syrupy songs–

Cough plasma, confiscate plastic lean cups

Smuggle tonight's lie, bass takes my racing

Thoughts place– another shift, more time to kick,

Click on her monetized eyes, blue laced love

Afar, awkward and mediocre– sober

Me scrolls back down yellow brick road– vomit quick.

Plasma fills my lungs; particles buzz, rings

Disperse, sure to assassinate hollow hours, drops

Pitter patter in Pantanal expanse

My four walls and khaki door a wormhole;

My thick skull atoms and quarks; boiling honey

Suffocating soaring attitudes; wake

Up to corruption and cannibalistic

Cartels- oh well- let days end.. let days shatter…

GLASS covets my likeness; snaps of food, streets, and

Chunks of draining grey matter splattered

Across porcelain; morsels for unseen,

Wicked dwellers, needle peddlers, digital-

Freaks! split melting psyche, nightly treks for

Sanity sipped, killers slip, heat shines lead

Spilled; she tames golden links, July sun harps,

Gargoyles and.45s; goldeneye dame lurks…

Terrance oscillates stripped city soundscape,

Oft I look below- obnoxious blots smear

Fear of loneliness and isolation.

Distant voices fade as they surpass, last

Call, whiskey drops like asteroids engulfed

By Jupiter’s hazy ash tapestry;

Her words magnetic, voltaic aurorae;

Coarse sands splash, polluted walkways enclosed.

III

Balancing waves of moon-lifted liquors

Singing in the rain on street curbs, sweet words

Swaying neon injected cortexes.

Back to polar nexus, pass old-heads and

Lost gen; schizoid schism scathe bloodlines infused

With toxins and microchips; spitting plastics

Ingested, neural arches propelling

Liquid sugars; sons and daughters pacing

Searching for identity in dreary

Basement tropics; red, blue, friends old and new

Change topics; Satan spake ten figures, honest

Fools surpass drooling maggots of debt

Bathe in pools of false checks and degrading

Desert wars, youth stutter in neon chambers;

5.56mm pouring

On tile floors and ricocheting against

Dry erase boards; madmen flicker, gas dispels

Asylum hallways, teach them your twisted

Fantasies, Mysterio mathematics

Caged and drugged, distant love oscillates, faith

Dwindles to pools of melted wax; rose petals

Slit innocence’s ruins, ills of today,

Cyclic Death; Notes From The Underground called

Cowboys slinging withered Kalashnikovs.

The rain was silent

amidst april’s misty lashes

wisps plummeting

fearless.

.

.

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References:

1. "ice bitter brew"- I enjoy cold brew coffee- specifically Americanos.

2. "Behind neon signs"- 2. Anytime I'd go out at night off base near the strip there were always people drunk out of their mind, and continuously going in and out of bars.

3. "9 to infinity- exodus of/Single entity; back to passive days"-  Party go to work, party go to work, etc...

If not partying then repeating a cycle of waking up, going to work and repeating the cycle all over again.

Pretty much days passing you by.

4. "Sway nebulous rose bud spiral, helix/ Acids pass her midnight lures"- There was an image from NASA of spiral galaxies that set off this description: Link to images- https://www.nasa.gov/feature/nasa-s-webb-space-telescope-peers-behind-bars.

5. "Click on her monetized eyes, blue laced love" - Onlyfans culture has taken hold of a lot of men's lives. An addiction to pornographic material, all in the hopes of creating a deeply intimate parasocial romance.

6. "Pantanal"- 4. The world's largest tropical wetland area. Cities are jungles with a never-ending anxiety producing landscape.

In other words, just a quick metaphor.

7. "Up to corruption and cannibalistic/ Cartels"- 5. I came across a video breaking down the recruiting process of different Cartels in Mexico, and saw one that required its new members to eat people.

8. "GLASS"- GLASS is primarily another word for our smartphones, it is a direct reflection of us, it spits our image in whatever way we want it to.

This is also a simple Biblical reference of being "Made in the image of God".

9. "Chunks of draining grey matter splattered"- I've seen clips of people holding loaded weapons posing for their stories and streams, and killing themselves as a result of this.

In one clip you could see a teenage girl screaming and crying in the bathroom they were just dancing happily next to their now dead friend.

It is truly horrifying what you can find online.

10. "unseen"- I have always been fascinated by individuals in history who have chosen to stray from the popular ideas of their times, and create their own unique culture and beliefs; even though some of their beliefs may be strange at times.

Overtime I have also become interested in the stories of the homeless we pass on a regular basis, artists who've failed to make the cut, little bits of culture and art that has silently impacted each of us without us knowing the exact source.

The stories are not all true, but a hidden idea growing below us, in the underground is unbelievably interesting to me.

11. "golden links"- A quick allusion to Built 4 Cuban Linx by Raekwon and Ghostface Killah, produced by RZA, all members of the Wu-Tung Clan.

The album is made from the perspective of a Scarface, Godfather, Druglord Mafiaso, and adds to the theme of corrupted cities.

12. "Gargoyles and .45s"-  A reference to the line in the first Doom: " gargoyle/Eyes scrutinize"; "my life's blood gone cold/Winds roar, snub nose melts sleet".

13. "By Jupiter’s hazy ash tapestry; /Her words magnetic, voltaic aurorae"- Another description inspired by NASAs page on Jupiter.

14. "Coarse sands splash"- Pollution flowing through the streets.

15. "Singing in the rain on street"-  A dark twist on the happy and uplifting Singing in the Rain film from the 1950s classic of the same title.

16.  "old-heads and/ Lost gen; schizoid schism"- I've noticed a major part of our modern age in the United States is the clash between the Older Generation and Newer Generation.

While this is not new by any means, it is far more apparent given the divide created by constantly evolving technologies and a rapid loosening of beliefs.

17. "Searching for identity in dreary"- Without in the last ten years or so a challenge to all sorts of identities has been made, the most apparent is our gender identities.

This comes in combination with a generation also struggling to maintain a decent work-life, due to the economic disasters that have brutally punished the up and coming youth. Creating adults living with their parents or planning to do so and being uncertain about their future.

18. "Mysterio"- A reference to Mysterio a marvel villain who is capable of distorting reality through illusions.

There is a continual distortion of reality that has been occurring in American society that has made its way to the people who will eventually lead this country: children; and we have shoved our problems and issues into their minds.

To me that is one of the most disgusting thing one can do. While there are complexities that all should eventually discover it should not come at the cost of the newest generations innocence. These issues can be talked about but it should be done so at a time where they can come to understand this issue at the abstract level they are being presented.

19. "mathematics"- A reference to Mos Def's Mathematics, a politically charged rap song on rap labels, the war on terror and many other issues of the early 2000s.

20. "Notes From The Underground" -  A book by Fyodor Dostoevsky about a bitter and utopian minded man angry at the world. He does little to hold himself accountable for his actions and blames others for his misfortune.

21. "Cowboys slinging withered Kalashnikovs."- The author of Notes From The Underground is Russian, AKs are Russian guns- simple enough.

Days i’ve prayed in Oblivion

Holed up behind iron bars born from

Self-doubt and unending malaise

Strolling streets and swigging pisswater

from any Entity which offered

I was adrift in eternity, 12AM WAKE UP!

Four walls grow closer, apartment in

Center of Gaul Heights, wooden floor

Ant infested, roaches burrow behind blackened

Plaster panels, dogs and cats shedding to near

Baldness, fleas land on my ankle, masked by hairs

On my leg, ten or so cycle, irritation boils, sun

Blasts even when opaque shades infuse nuclear rays

Seven more fleas encroach- my leg a rash I cannot itch.

A/C fades in and out like a fever dream pushing me to

Some Form of Heaven in Hell, so I go an hour more, write

What comes to mind, beauty beyond isolation;

She calls, a woman, a girl, somewhere between the end of adolescence

And bloom of adulthood, hair an array of hues: she is but a guide.

Saw Samantha fade before Legion APCs and thudding Abrams

called out for her sorrow, pity of my unraveling days of twenty-something-hood

never did I fear forests echoing M4 rounds circling Autumn clouds

air abundant Aims deciphering winds, sights crossed and ready to report

another descendent slaughtered in twigs and timelines

Devil’s Den lifeline carries daughter forth, soldiers cut and chatter all suns laughter clouded,

winded by F-16s and thunderstorms, out in Oceanside tropics, lofty rural reprieve, sow hours

with future offspring, on sings weapons of revolutions, on oaks and pines travel with

keen brass munitions, artillery passionately crashes pulsing dirtied rivers, sip toxins

Acidic Hellfire venturing from every entity that was sprung from magma sun and

wavering bodies of azul, arctic eyes remain ahead, she runs and follows Old Regime

operatives trusting commands in faith to those she saw slaughtered in Oceans of Oblivion.

She found solace in spring and winter treks scolding Arkansan eras, days of her wanderlust and spiraling wars with twenty-something-hood oddly she cared for what would harm her, no wound could dive into the catacombs of Alexandria's Robespierre slaughter, father and mother soil of new arcadia, brothers cut to bone, flesh deciphered, dried, hung for

Council’s pleasure.

Danced with the devil in Eden, convened and pivoted to Afterlife, scrolled friend after

death, from hundredth floor he viewed his last glance of Historia, stole God’s breath

leaped thereafter

Drones and onlookers recorded every sorrow in his legs up to his pixel wept eyes, entities vanish

nothing new, just reruns

I’m April rain and sunburst July

nightmare October’s duress;

sparring ages in grey-eyed September

Tropics.

Caught monarchs of her love

as they migrated city pastures

caught pappus, cherry blossoms, primeval

winds.

Blue haze pierced hazel pupils

monstrous daylight consumes after

anemic thunderstorms, gluttonous star

eater

Inhale gusts and mild cloud’s saliva

exchange healing hatreds

topple distant forests, end doomed

days.

Assist my horrors expansion

czar valentine, comrade cupid

sickle my closing aperture

soon

Cudgel nights remorse

force all I feel to manifest

not from a page or a drink

But from me.

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"Sparring ages" refers to my birthday which lands in September.

"Caught pappus, cherry blossoms" are a call back to my pieces Dandelion and An Hour Ago both describing the fleeing nature of love.

"as they migrated city pastures" a barely passable reference to Straight From The Devil's Mouth city of Historia.

Tell her i’m afraid

sure as hell I won’t; better

loneliness for months

Sickness cooped up. pray

young miscreant, wallow for

I am tired again.

Callous tongue tapping

concrete gums; syllables weights.

blame them or yourself.

Don’t drop anchors on

helping hands- damn these chains choke!

love thy neighbor

So I hope, cope at

midnight as you venture glass

bound landscapes. her smile

Escapes in pappus

wisps, off they venture in wind

bound vistas, silk sun

Weaving lion tooth

dandelion bloom, golden

webs devouring,

Crawling hay-like goose-

bump risen hairs tarsal claws

impale with vampiric grace.

I both despise and

am enamored by your ways

yet you climb Himalayan

Peaks, never tired nor

passionless, breaching arctic

blight meteoric.

Miles below I stare

frightened of silver frostbite

blades, bruised mountain sides

Exhaling torrent

gales from hell and reserved fears.

something surprised me

Within my bouts

of focused self loathing and

reductive daylight

I could redeem my-

self if I took a step to

you, not because of,

But due to a new

will to climb unknowable

heights. I could not love you

Sought answers in

Bubbling tides, closed eyes quake

Baked in eighty-one degree frost

Winter never fazed. stalk greats on grapevines

Friends I’ve lost like sand and coarse grains, let them float- green

Acid holds passive fist, mass hatred hit

Critical: await my weakness!

Clip seconds, homework seeks

Calm keys clacking.

South Korean

Spring fluttered, fractured twigs,

Cherry blossoms burden driveways

Stars pave gas clotted skies, arteries forge

Steel beam fuel, magma cool and obsidian set

Concrete reads: 잃어버린 사랑

And so on… rain called: I answered.

Strange fade takes hazel eyesight

Mind bends daily.

Call mother when

homesickness ticks, slow streams

save in Lucifer’s lapsing temp-

O- days glow silver electric fences

Ten foot wall holds tenses, stress veils past purpose, goals

Mountains I can’t fall from, baseless geo-

Metrics, last wish young one birthdays

Compensated, gifts gone,

Grow up! Grow Up!

Black hole stole Historia’s canvas sky,

An eye imbibing pixelated clouds,

Twirling translucent exhaust: hereafter

boiling in and out of Afterlife's keen

Skyline; errors fluctuated and moon

Became sun and red giants protostars, all

Was appearing behind a feeble façade

Metal Terra and cyberspace flotsam.

Aims and Cowells sat among brewing stars,

Turquoise supernovae and suburban

No man's land, stages and blood-fused altars

Shouted like apparitions, trenches still

Topped with kids bodies, a hundred yards out

Cranes and construction workers tore away

Evil and replaced it with GLASS and concrete.

Aims watched rats swimming through puddles of gore

Little squeals pierced his mind, blood sung gently

Lulling their picnic rest stop in Outer

City limits of Afterlife. Cowells

Was not there when Oblivion arrived

Alexandria tore every entity's

House with nuclear-like hellfire, a

Battle that no Old Regime operative

Could have easily foreseen even with

God's eyes and Icarus Drones, they were all

Fated to meet Legion Sword swift, engine revved

Strobe light skies hypnotized for a moment,

Blink later- rubber scrubbed bloodied

Mud.

Silver daylight pierced wasteland, dregs dragged corpse

Toward pulsating Pink City, steel skyline stole

Azul hue, shrieks like harpies' breath, engines

Fed our beast, smog was last to ventilate

Cowells sipped on bitter brew, snapping golden

Battered chicken; entrails like hyperloops

Hypnotized, vomit bubbled and systems

Collapsed, shards of electronics wailed high.

Unseen grazed emerald strips, dim rags dragged

Putrid scent serenading local eyes.

Rarely heard, crystal horde disintegrates

Dwelling seen bridges and freeways for days;

Synapses crack, bones brittle, timeless fiends

Inhaling Pink City rosy aroma,

Incense veiling senses, corps singing soulless

Jingles: I see their faces for a second,

Restless, decrepit. Not older than seven-

Teen, fading from faithless isolation

Crawling when entities provide bite-sized

Sympathy. strange eyes scold me, wrinkles shroud

Youthful locks, golden, brown, and dozens more.

Cowells strayed above parasites etching

Improvised headlines, doomscrolling ten times more–

Friends leapt from hundredth story of Gaul Heights

Pink midnights kick like patrol car engine.

Hendryx, Kim, and Parks gone, Aims spit static past

Space city passage, fabric valley badlands

Awoke, arid blizzard swept grass patches,

Condensed soil once sweet acidic green.

dandelion smile

ascendent in the vacant

wastelands sold

soldiers search

hereafter…..

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(1) Doom: https://theprose.com/post/419897/doom

(2) Historia: https://theprose.com/post/424698/historia

(3) Oblivion: https://theprose.com/post/426993/oblivion

(4) Oceanside: https://theprose.com/post/428493/oceanside

(5) Apocalypse: https://theprose.com/post/432306/apocalypse

(6) Entity: https://theprose.com/post/435150/entity

(7) Academy [doesn’t really count but it exists]: https://theprose.com/post/454455/academy

(8) Timeless: https://theprose.com/post/485400/timeless

(9) Eden: https://theprose.com/post/503844/eden

(10) Legion: https://theprose.com/post/525083/legion

(11) Afterlife: https://theprose.com/post/525696/afterlife

(12) Hellfire: https://theprose.com/post/530083/hellfire

(13) Deliverance: https://theprose.com/post/612211/deliverance

(14) Unseen: https://theprose.com/write?postId=718828

(15) Hereafter: https://theprose.com/post/733130/hereafter

A million dames–

I’ve loved you pearly eyed miss

Silver lashes stomping light

Blazing cold war tiles

two cans down-carbonated

celsius- sitting days out.

Smog scoffs plastic plagued

skylines- factories stacking

nimbus clouds, steel complexes

Hibernate daily

synthesizing from yellow

dawn to raven dusk…once more

Your silver tipped gaze

shutters, pale skin shadowed by

gloomy mercury lighting.

Timing a sick slash

more than a love interest

lashes reflect madness tamed

Sept to Nov-ember

sea green tides erode remains

You are a future unknown

Trust in iced bourbon,

Mothers, and wavering faith

loving you is a pointless task

A checklist yet made,

carry stones in your vacant chest

hollow brute guzzling booze

7AM wake

up! tug-o-war sentiments.

conflicted, contradicted.

Childhood battlefields

resurrect- father sailing,

buried perhaps- you are a

Whirlwind phasing me

every fanged regret, mistake

hovering above my soul.