(untitled) -- a collection of experimental poetry [COMPLETE]

i am the many eyed god

then planes of glass set aflame
carnivorous pitcher plants
transforming into saxophones
sexting pink purple punch
smeared over
bathroom tiles
sung about in cocaine karmic
calligraphy
in jazzy upbeat styles

i am the many eyed god

i SEE her
as she MASTURBATED
OBELISKS of PESTILENCE
and FILTHY scalpels
into her INFESTED
maggot skin

LEAKING with the ECSTASY
of GEYSERING ORGASM pain
SHE ran her silver scissor
AGAINST the walls of HER
pink pulsating prison
SHE heard the SCREAMS of HIS
SHE tore apart the velvet GATE
of PAINTED CAGES spent
FALLING into MELTING rifts
and into A NEW WORLD:

a world of
of silvercord synthesisers and stars
and spirals and sombreros --
billion paintbrush dot galaxies
luminescent prehistoric creatures
glowing in the vacuum darkness
extending their starlit dust and
milky purple bands
over an entire infinity

i am the many eyed god of transcendental
abstraction
bleeding into melting shattered mirrors
rediscovered with liquefied lighthouse loneliness
imprinted into graphical glitches
on a dialup crystal connection in the
minds of two blooming cloudflowers
on opposite ends of New York

i am the many eyed of god of psychotropic
tropical flowers blooming outwards and
inwards like an interdimensional spheroid
forever folding out of itself

i am the many eyed god that sees all
all around
the god who's unsure of where it belongs
in this multidimensional manifold world
of lonely hearts
impossibly far apart
locked behind winding iron
fire escapes
unable to escape their citymetropolis miasma
because the bricks and the asphalt
and the yelling screeching trains
and the blinking red lights in the night
have spread their
electrical black wire tendrils
rooted them into the skin
and now their thin antennae parasites
feast upon the soul of a man
standing on the edge of the Golden Gate bridge
contemplating tigers and strawberries
and mortgages and death
gauging the deadly nature of a twelve-gauge shotgun
which only fires shattered vibrations
into moons made out of laserdisc paladins
having visions of swelling twilight
hurricane softatnight pressedagainstyou breasts
scented by ravenous veils
of morning black moss rains,
lanes in an oceanic elevator highway
settling like toxic dregs at the bottom
of a twig dynamite samovar lavalamp switch

i am the many eyed god of
vector graphic rollercoasters
run by an abandoned warehouse in
the industrial sector
of St.Petersburg's chimneys
spewing digitised orchards
with windows 98
windows in their eyes

i am the many eyed god
i am the many eyed god
i am the many eyed god

now our story begins

part ii

i am the many eyed god
i am the many eyed god
i am the many eyed god

now our story begins

my many eyes see Kibalchich imprisoned,
scrawling notes at a furious pace
in a race against impending destruction

i see his cosmic revelations,

the calculations racing through his mind
seconds before he is hanged

Christiaan Huygens
observing Mars,
sketching the Orion Nebula

The Library of Alexandria
the sounds of
hurried footsteps
and unfurling scrolls
can you heard the cogs
turning
in their enlightened minds?

i see slowly spinning spiral galaxies,
shimmering nets of stars
in the dreams of Goddard and Oberth,

pages and pages of
formulas, calculations, trajectories