~~~ Flesh ~~~

I want to see all paradoxes writhing naked

I want to see good men inverted and emptied,

Their proud heads falling to the ground 

Along with their crowns that reached their umpteenth;

And their worthless virtues breaking without a sound

And I want to see reality seething,

Their livers screaming 

Them Housed in stones,

Sluts in huts

And I want to see their blood whimpering in oval arteries,

As it courses through acute malignancy of their being

I want to see again how they exchange their flesh for gold

I want to see zombies lying flat

I want to see honey filled in  the head;

Existence all white till the darkness is dead -

And Swap the bees humming around in oblivion

Time after time,

I've beheld this world as it moves to and fro 

in awkward malignancy,

lying through its brow

lying in the gutter now

I stand in the centre...

A poor person, diffident like drugs,

Searing within my own lungs

As I speak against movement,

against constant chaos,

And a world on giant wheels-

I grope in darkness as my goodness reels 

All of us living through a swarm of holistic lies -

The lust for truth in me all smashed, crunched and disabled

Thrown to the dogs, lost to the pigs in the pig sties

The visage of friction grows in affliction,

 And on the stems there grow naked flowers

While maddening fools dangle down my brow-

The vivid witch is enchanting as the world is slanting,

And virtue is just a victim of the dead

Just a victim of all 

that is thought, 

sought and said...