Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Peter

 
Life and time exude
one counts the other
fulminating further
cold and callous
clock hands
slice through
lifelong dreams
as the simple pretense
no longer surmounts
life's lust and love
nor death and time's
organic decomposition
seen as if lye
in stillframe captures
effervescence
as life once again
convalesces itself
saprotrophs
the true army
of Hel

She sings, young and ignorant
pleading with the chairmen
give me just a little more time
and our love will surely grow

she lies to herself
seeing self inflicted mutilation
for attention
as an abusive husband
laughs at her misery
she is quite old
he children hate her
emotionally despondent
unable to rationalize
even the simplest of
human desires
so she sits in
solitude

She thinks of her brother
taken before the high courts
condemned for heresy
flippancy in treason
brought upon himself
this irrevocable fate
public derision


He carries his own cross
into the park of a metropolis
where the holy cross
stands inverted
his body nailed
just as christ
yet he is simply
Peter

He knows this
the women cry
Peter
Peter
Peter

blood fills his skull
turning his skin
ruby red
as if he were
the devil
in the flesh

this stands as proof
enough
of guilt

as he slowly becomes lifeless
from his pristine body
flake from his skin
ancient demons of earth
no more tempted by
the decrepit cadaver
of the once
sanctimonious
savior

spirits of death
imbue every breathing man
with the same
spurious
pain
rife in the body
of wheezing
peter

his cries and moans
in tongue of the ancient
primordial ape
long ago
had this man
abandoned civilization

morbid phantasms
wage war as communists
spinning deathly
specters
from every man
laden
with the same misery
and temptation
as christ

only in the hour of darkness
does the world seem to be
attune with divinity
each and every member
of the human race
now a devout
pentecostal
christian

speaking in tongues
spewing curses
of long dead witches
ghosts and demons
cackling in
grievous
tumult

man truly knows how fragile
susceptible and weak
the human mind is
losing self control
blinded by hallucinations
of impending torture

promised as christ was
the damned masochist
to be resurrected
and born again
to receive another
lascivious
lashing
from the immortal
hands of death
blow for blow
with the impervious
MasoChrist
He laughs gleefully
as in delirium
you are subjected
to more pain than
physically plausible
emotions and thought
simply provoke the
deathly
to elongate and
exacerbate
the show trial
and torture

just as Christ took with him
all sins of the earth
after second coming
and execution
such misery returned
to the people

overwhelming force
rode in as
death himself
rode solemn
on a black horse
and cast all crippling plagues
which had been ridded
from the face of the earth
into each man's mouth
for him to spread
to his wife and children
just so he will know
who he does so
unquestionably
serve

as the most resilient man
falls to his knees
in syphilitic
insanity
truly knowing god
having abandoned
all traces of humanity
he knows only one noise
one sacred sound
in misery
the legend cries
Peter
Peter
Peter

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