Mule

I am Karma's mule
and she is leading me forward on a rickety cart,
cackling,
dangling the carrot of romance
just beyond my hungry muzzle.

My lust is tenacious as the Nile in June.
But all my romantic pursuits are stillborn
Filling fresh water with rotting flesh.

I must have been Humbert Humbert in my last life.
Or Heinrich Himmler.
Lolita, you must forgive me.
Six million Jews you must forgive me.

The Space in Between

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My Easy Yoke

Wet boulders on the tops of hills and logic chopping chopping chopping
threaten to bury me with super-colossal gravity.
Day dreams of office jobs and ties tied tight around my windpipe,
researching endless pages of madness only to regurgitate in
brain-damaged facsimile threaten to crush crush crush me
with prodigious efficacy.

My easy yoke is tugging at me lightly
as if some five-inch sprite is pulling
a length of fishing line attached.

She whispers in my ear and I will follow.
I will by owing owe not.

Locked Eyes

Our eyes lock on each other
and you don't know me
and there are no walls.

You turn some rusty cog
within me,
sparking a revelation:
a striking stream
of echoes and negatives.

It's an ecstatic assault.
And I know your life
because I've been here before,
looking out from your eyes.

Tired

Like a pile of pillows
soaked in gasoline,
I fantasize of easy
transmutation:
heat and smoke,
climbing lightly to heaven.

Rebirth

Thunk and Crunch and silence.
the wheels of time stick for an instant...
it's like deep under warm water.

After a blink like eternity,
The earth cracks skull like a sledge hammer.
Blue and red wailing.
World is waning,
erasing,
erased.

Fade in to the most glorious light
beloved dead are angels
and they're singing in rapturous choir.
Praise God!
Lead the way to his holy chamber
the doors open wide,
and the light gets brighter
brighter,
brighter till it
blinds
...and burns.

Angels are burning
Heaven is burning
God is burning
Soul is burning

Pain is a billion razor blades
ripping through the fabric of being.
Pain is the angel song turning into screaming.
Pain is the face of God breaking into pixels.
Pain is the self burning into nothing
like the human body dissolving in acid.
For eternity.
For eternity.
For an eternity of eternities,
stretching out like a light beam cutting new space at the edge of the void.

Fade out to black.
Fade out past black.

And all is one.