Furnace | A Poem by KJH Cardinalis

 

 I am a raging inferno
A nuclear furnace with no path for decay,
A crashing tidal maelstrom
Of flesh and frothing chemicals
And scarlet pain contained.

The multiverse collides
Underneath my skin,
Lust and blood foaming over,
Subjecting this fragile shell
To explosions that rock the seas
In every broken breath.

I contain the mayhem;
I am the spectrum,
Burning against the void.

Energy is eternal delight,
But looking at me
No one would ever know.

I am bounded by my weakness;

The cage of reason must go.

Oh how easy it was
In that other life
When I had the cold bright steel of your will
A luminous golden force
To break my skin
And draw the choir from my lips
To scream your eternal song
And bleed me out.

 

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The Extinction Race | Protest Poem Against Herdmanity's Complacency

Leap year day.
Will the human race even make it to the next one?
I have my doubts.

Complacency. Indifference. Acquiescence.
The constant selling out of who one is
in order to fit in,
in order to make a buck,
in order to get that fuck,
in order to get that career unstuck.

The world is burning.
And yet we refuse to stop yearning
for shit we don't need and which won't save us.
Shiny. Shinier. Shiniest.
Grabbing and hoarding,
but never learning.

Eternal growth in a finite place.
Let's call it what it is:
the extinction race.
Capitalism run amuck.
Consumer, consuming, consumption--fuck!
Blank-eyed stares from each passing face.
So goddamned commonplace.

Stand up to it and be crushed.
For the herd hates to be reminded
of that which will force them to be hushed.
Endless entertainment--free of course,
endless vacuousness with infinite force,
pinballing cogs for the corporate workforce.

And not one of them questions it.

Leap year day.
Billions of cattle jumping a polluted creek.
The world is barren from their grazing,
The world is aflame from their greedy streak.
The world is gasping from all their praising
of everyone in power--those who seek--
to destroy it for profit and gain.

Fucking insane.

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Spirograph's Happy First Cousin

 

Spirograph's Happy First Cousin

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