Yellow as a bellow’s charge
Nothing mellow about it
Aggressively bright, solar redolent
Blindness conferrer and ultimate pedant
It awaits reddening, his readied admixes remedies of maladies
Along the axes of nameless stars plots quare voyages
His applicants are highborn, autarchs of rare import, extinct vintage
Light and not unlike a bowl of cocaine, strained salts by spells inflamed
Raised to higher standard the cream’s cream risen a swirling alembic oriflamme
Gold in great store arrests beholders
Yellow as a chest of jewels
Yellow as the eyes of ghouls
Ochre the demon dust, sated the demon lust
Satyr with mansome bust, hairy legs and cloven hoofs
Thrusts the glade loud with trysts, a thyrsus lifts a curse is lifted
Bequests are gifted, rifts are sutured
Dirt is sifted and seeds embedded, sow to reap my soul to keep
Pyrewater mushrooming like shook pus, alembics pushing out steam
Screams rushing out of phials fit to shatter, the flame-battered roundbottoms black as razed Sodom
Citing lesser prophets, sightings of fabulites, confabulations of mere diseased minds, fancies flights
Small, shadowy figures dart out of the structures, it is cold at night
On the way back from our supply run, our vehicle breaks down outside the ruins
Of old Babylon
Goat’s priest sicks gutter hymns to draw the moon down behind the dunes.
Yellow as the dreams of fools
Yellow as the staring wolves
Yellow as the flaming doves
Yellow as the poached ubhs
Yellow as the bee’s hide
Yellow as the solicide
Yellow as a drinker’s skin
Yellow as a piss pot tin
Yellow as an unwashed tooth
Yellow as a yellowroot.
Angels swim in a sea of piss
Angels twin by a woman’s kiss
Ages waiting, cultivating secret mancies
Kindling hidden elements, crowning subtle eminence
Ten thousand names of hidden god yet on my tongue a single one
A wand a snake a shifting rod, a bloodred fecund sun
A moonrock cairn in a hidden grotto deep beneath the embassy
Feeding young to the scabrous prince, Satan’s highest emissary
Their matins are flattened by hammerblow notes, akin more to foundry sounds than melodious odes
Malodorous his generals, death ahorse like El Sid
Hooded sin, his skinless skull a house of vermin
His armpit rank where a scorpion resides
His swamp pit thighs, where a maggot lives
His hollow crown where a black brain gives
Murderous orders, and all good thought sieves
By demons driven but angelseeking
Across final night ferrous comets streaking
For a flighting phoenix I must wait ten watches
Until the admix curls, sports pinkhead blotches
Sofia bottled, the mottled mouthful retreats to paler shades
Cycling palettes, discarding hues used a chameleon confusion of shapes and moods
Uneven with bubbles, humpbacked water emits its hidden lucent facets
Lucid lassitudes, the best portion is lassoed out and entirely subsumed
Bound for ignominy, no enemy to infamy, they all have it in for me
But touch me and Someone will avenge you seventy times over.
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