Hatred makes the plumes bloom

out of the rock, hatred lights up

the sky with hot celestial blood,

hatred sows the necessary seed

for the curse of love.

The sting of hatred makes beauty possible,

its tongue-thorns of internal tearing

make an armor of lightweight gold.

Stacks of singing coin

tower over its emergence,

coin and its paper of underwear

surging like a glassy sea

between the dungeon walls of love

that hatred liberates from above.

I am the ectoplasm

that brings you into life with gifts

but I also drink your blood

to even it up

you are a jewel in the snow

of northern reaches

that skidded to get there

over flat rooftops glazed

with industrial paint

cliff's edges beaded

with melted simulacrum trees

lakes frozen in volcano mouths

wings of a fertile mechanism

that birth fresh triplet wings from each tip

mercury's music in a singing dish for cell division

my own form inverted in a mirror slab

calling all the dogs of the land.

Masks that flash

fake diamonds and feathers

spilling blood colored flowers

zones previously unknown on Earth

long tendrils from eroded letters

suppurating on distorted stone

where are my chains in velvet

where is my orchid mouth

the thread that stitches bricks together

trailing over a volcano's lips

in a chariot of digitized energy

in the heart of the electromagnet storm

cups of gold holding

bright imitative liquid

pulsating forms that seed

the twilight with a cold sunrise

taut radiance of slashed and unreal walls

my dark twin at the helm

of soft unfolding hallways

monstrous angelic architectural sex.

These crumbled lives

are spread in rain

gashed hearts leak battery acid

through the dictionary veins

acres of terminology

that surround the body

sky pulsing like a fake wood grain

exposed to rancid heat

meat river for the beauty that eats

and is redeemed between

the borders of the gilded frame.

The lace of nests

that cluster in the ribs

of a radiant bridge

is blood polymer

headed for the vast

transforming wormhole

to be sprayed in webs

and unforgiving machine arms

contrasted by a fleshly pale guitar

and phallic scimitar

time's intricate altar

made of unholy metal

escape from automatic dreams

the oars of toy ships

scraping bowls that turn to crimson lips

in the hour's last butane gasp

bright thorns of clitoral tongues

vast iron mazes ranked in tons

on ground so softly heaving

freed land of false angels leaving

unreluctant hooves.

The celestial vampires

in their darkening shrines

funneling a rope of space

through fractured time

writing on the ice that mirrors light

with string fingers

and fiber optic eyes

drinking from the lamps

of bioluminescent jelly

savoring the scum of ruddy roots

that fish the abyss hereafter

hacking at a fabric's flash

that never wanes or wavers long

the crushing octagonal song.

The return of magic

is a desperate business.

Let's masturbate the blood,

its every cell.

Paint the inner spiral

of the seashell

with an astral tongue.

Let the kitten colors run.

The sun rests in its fire

on the seventh wall.

Snakes coiling make a ragged

mess of their shed skin.

The soil reaches peaks

of cool vibration

in the rows of rain.

The love of life

is a tooth of pain

buried in the groaning grain.