I am dying.
My bones leach, ache
In my catatonic state and my mind
Drifts skew-whiff, a vagabond pilgrimage
Across the Never Never astral plain.
Final destination riding slipstreams and moon beams
To infinity beyond nightmares
Passing through spectre
Through astro fields
(wrought iron cages)
Through Aeon.
I am bed bound, Catholicism eyeing my orphan crib
Lined with soggy biscuits and cheap red wine
Remnants of a past life
Neglect, emaciated limbs distended malnutrition
Wormholes in my solar plexus
Infiltrating dessert.
I can see small babies kick—
Dung beetle’s all legs, flat on their back’s
Only half way there.
The slow toll bell calls my body, anchor
Illaru strained against the silver tide
Subsidence destined to reside
In Long Beach under night sky,
Piece meal.
Condor tempt me to stray
Death wish incubus prey,
I pray to an unknown Goddess in my final hour
She comes like Madonna,
Mary Magdalene leven Ishtar
And all I can do is wait
To be held in her warm arms.
I am dying.
My bones leach, ache
In my catatonic state
In my mind’s eternal damnation.
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