Tag: art

where the smoke climbs the autumn sky burns away

robe cast aside naked bare revealed i step into the psychic pyre to be condemned to the astropathic choir now we are many now we are one eternal against the warp

for the emperor

voices fall faster than bodies until there is only silence with bloodied fangs

we wear barbed halos and pretend to be saints behind us the shadows cast black out suns

the fires of autumn ride luscious clouds along the quiet coast and one can only wonder if its beauty is peace or destruction should it ever make landfall

insects blind and filled with fury bend metal into impossible curves raising bridges into the abode of the mad gods

ghosts of autumn wear fabric of unfinished prayers for warmth

travellers collapse as their shadows walk on beneath the titanic gaze of monolithic arches that steals one’s breath

the delusioned inhales serpentine fumes and the propechy you ask: decode the language of her antagonized body

once empty palm now slick with dark oil raises towers of shadows and winged anomalies that orbit red moons