Max, or Not

candy-coated hand grenade
i beg thee, sate mine open mouth
death befit so much the sweeter
fantasy of furrowed brow

what more couldst heathen hearts desire
no fate to stretch beyond thoughts trenchant
unequivocal release
serene as languor soon relents

in the lithium soaked limelight
breaths disperse with freedom found
gone are eyes that wouldst deceive us
crooked Eden’s curse now stayed

loathsome gift of life escaping
take me in thy loving arms
adorn mine head with blackened halo
Helios, pray heal this husk

hazard i with ardent implore
nigh to taste the faceless hour
dusk awash with sordid wallow
fill this hollow hope with nihil

[image credit: František Kobliha]

today has been a shitty day
indeed, far shittier than most
if only i could smoke this weed
perhaps it would restore some hope
you see, against my better sense
i let my roommate hit my bong
and just like every other time
he broke that shit and moved along
so i resorted to my trusty pipe
but there was so much resin
no matter how hard i tried to suck
no hit was ever present
so i grabbed a paper-clip
and tried my best to clear the passage
naturally, i broke the bowl
subconsciously, this, i did presage
then i had remembered that old metal piece
from back in the day
after rummaging through my desk drawer
i found it to my dismay
it was disassembled
and the most important part was missing
without which there was no point
and this i had found most distressing
then i spied an old coke can
which i soon learned was full of piss
once again my roommate struck
with his repulsive carelessness
thinking it was hopeless
i decided to peruse the fridge
whereupon i saw an apple
perched atop an old cheese wedge
quickly i had bored two holes
to meet right in the apple’s center
placed a nugget of my weed
but then i could not find my lighter
with a sigh of great relief
it turned out to be in my hand
then i proceeded to inhale the biggest hit
i ever had
…
…
…
oh my fucking god!
what was i thinking?
this is just the worst!
once again my lack of foresight
has resulted in this curse
of static wrest from catatonic states
from which there’s no escape
as paranoid anxieties and thoughts
begin to inundate
my mind thus turning into mush
incapable of basic function
instantaneous regret
and unrelenting hypertension
fuck! i got the munchies
but there’s nothing i can do about it
i can barely formulate a single thought
and not thus doubt it
my entire body has since turned to stone
voice rendered silent
why the fuck can’t i remember
not to smoke this horrible shit!?

[image credit: Anna Hollerer-Wischin]

in this blissful state of mire
where moments bear no relevance
faces melting into glass
surround a wasted spectacle

prohibited by our own breath
injected into effigies
and futures forged of artifice
consisting of the latest whim

long before our hearts retired
hammered out then shaped as halos
hung upon our hollow heads
bled into beds of hallowed lies

history deemed too constricting
blinded by depraved depictions
consciously we all gave way
and paved a fiction for repentance

newly justified and sanctioned
all the world our lone domain
demonizing contrariety
canonizing our disgrace
holy ghost of ghastly order
horological-bound haste
sow the human soul as seeds
to sate rapacious urge for reaping

vomiting up TV dinners
servile sinners stationed neatly
flaunting on a weekly basis
weakness weened on heaven’s haunting
douse thyself with waters holy
plights resigned to indignation
seeking out a plot of safety
ushered toward a garish sky

bound to ends found superficial
streets of gold so grim and gaudy
all our dreams for naught we suffered
foolish serfs left suffocating
lining pockets stitched to perverts
torment of eternal writhing
echoing the shrillest laughter
hailing from our fate’s creator
sacrifice of sacred squander
this, the price of acquiescence

[image credit: Sadequain]