World spills out womb of image… a flower blooms and retreats… windrush valley condenses into cloud… I see the Earth’s skeleton… I see decaying bone with marrow spilling out deep desert cracks… I’ll drink the marrow… now I am GOD
what of the elastic skeletons of mankind? with your muscle dripping from the holster a BULLET through cortex tissue a thousand years KNOWLEDGE drying in an amoebic pool of its own blood drink the blood now you will become GOD
universal theory for acquisition
of divinity = MURDER
of divinity = MURDER
a million tiny blood vessels
a dead tree on the horizon
framework on the ground like
poppy field flOWers
blOOM in the recycled
ribcage of the obsolete
once a man told me that there was a
tree of life
and that
everything
had a rea-
son soon
after they drop-
ped the bomb
and the man
and his family
came apart like
incinerated automobile
what of your shrapnel of human flesh? with one golden throne built on our backs with the wave ripples of our weakness they sky is grass green and the grass is all dead my eyes flicker
The earth cracks open like an egg and all trace of divinity leaks out like heroin from a syringe stars soak in fluid on junk kick HEAVEN holocaust watch the galaxy incinerate like strings of dynamite on a switch fireworks in the universe dust settles then I cough and on the outer cuffs of the milky way it is the only sound left:
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From a crater a mushroom cloud emerges a tree pokes its head out of the soil and spreads its wings and with one commanding breath shrapnel DEBRIS collect and start to put themselves back together with an old withered hand outstretched from neglected earth drops a seedling into the ground pats soil on top of it planet shimmers with hope I cough and
Nobody hears me
tree of life
and that
everything
had a rea-
son soon
after they drop-
ped the bomb
and the man
and his family
came apart like
incinerated automobile
what of your shrapnel of human flesh? with one golden throne built on our backs with the wave ripples of our weakness they sky is grass green and the grass is all dead my eyes flicker
The earth cracks open like an egg and all trace of divinity leaks out like heroin from a syringe stars soak in fluid on junk kick HEAVEN holocaust watch the galaxy incinerate like strings of dynamite on a switch fireworks in the universe dust settles then I cough and on the outer cuffs of the milky way it is the only sound left:
-----
From a crater a mushroom cloud emerges a tree pokes its head out of the soil and spreads its wings and with one commanding breath shrapnel DEBRIS collect and start to put themselves back together with an old withered hand outstretched from neglected earth drops a seedling into the ground pats soil on top of it planet shimmers with hope I cough and
Nobody hears me
where were you when the bomb dropped?
-impossible to forget-
but forget the bomb
it is insignificant
with assistance of LSD
I managed to convince
myself that existence
runs on a channel
and life
---------------------------------------------------------> is just a sidetrack
dying is insignificant
RE IN CAR NA TION – MA CHINE
Everything runs back into:
C
H
A
N
N
E
L
it is insignificant
with assistance of LSD
I managed to convince
myself that existence
runs on a channel
and life
---------------------------------------------------------> is just a sidetrack
dying is insignificant
RE IN CAR NA TION – MA CHINE
Everything runs back into:
C
H
A
N
N
E
L
6 comments:
another stunner, Forrest
youre like a darker Philip Lamantia with the incredible, blazing visual imagery and the cosmic, mystical vibe
Thank you very much, Robert :-)
Never heard of Philip Lamantia... someone worth looking into?
i have no idea who philip lamantia is either but if he is half as good as forrest then i will check him out.
even more leftfield forrest. keep it up.
Philip Lamantia was an early mentor to Ginsberg, a bridge between the surrealists and the Beats
Book of Sphinxes is a jammy for the ages
and Forrest, i accepted your story, i just cant send the message from the submissions box at The StarFish for some reason...thanks so much again!
That's great news, Robert! Thanks! When does the next issue come out?
we're on anarcho-surrealist time :)
a monthish?
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