Trance, Terror and Rebirth A collection of EarthBound experiences from various points of view. |
Download the spoken word / acoustic accompaniments: Awful Shade & Meanwhile in the Zombie Lounge Ain't Goin' Down with the Moon Brightening This Stand Zombie Chick After Death and Back Again For the full experience I recommend listening to the mp3s as you read each poem, starting at the top. Enjoy. |
Ness, in an Awful Shade They said, "the grass is always greener," but I see a disturbed flower spinning on its axis, the petal'd madness, of vacuumed redness... the slow allure, heavy hypnogogic otherworld of my loved ones sparkled by bruises...No!
I pass under deadness and
And I don't know |
Meanwhile, in the Zombie Lounge... (point of view: zombie)
To be possessed, I have a motive. |
Ain't Goin' Down with the Moon Brightening This Stand Spoiled flood from the trash land of moldy men fills my boyish lungs, honey venom of bad bees is introduced to my brain, shadow's drunk falling off my dust, and a zombie tongues across my neck, colors re-synthesize, music crawls away and paula's sleeping face was never this great. Horror: but her shine reaped from her chest. Horror: like her blood in my cap. I see the darkened skies and the Moon with her scythe, reddened portals on a star-filled tundra and my spine floats away. ... The graveyard soil grows into me and "Ever melting" are my last remembered words. |
Alternate progression: Zombie Chick Girl, 'want your number 'Cause your thighs they'n appetize in girth with orbs your eyes and soft your breasts with little smooth secrets locked in chests. You're the queen 'cause I'm sliding down your nectar'd throat, 'cause my eyes like razor'd dimes in darkness' coat. Girl, your leather is the oil down my spine, I am Tyrannosaurus Rex and you are my master. O Chick-Lady licker of sickness, pour me my own so we get on with this distance, admire infections from love dripped sections, 'cause you and me are honey bees, pollinate for y'onder deeds. You're the cold spike in my Cerberus vein 'cause I'm cross-sectioned, baby, magma panic'd... Hey Beauty, hey-- Girl, where you going di'n't I ask your number? You pesky flower, you don't know my power!? So here I come, here I come into your tower. |
After Death and Back Again (point of view: ness) I was once naive and not in tune with this world. I was once innocent and adventerous when I took the sun to my belt and always said "let's go." There was a time in my youth when I died countless times, a time when my father tried to reach me but I kept on dying; told 'em "it was okay," he sent money to his fallen son and let me be the way I would be, and he would be my far away dad. But the world had me stay, God, or the grass I layed in, the air I breathed growing up. Autumn always gave me a warmth in orange light, asked me a question when waking up, "Are you alive?" and it was always her voice washing up my mind, Mother, oh, Mother. I'll be home. |