UFO Hat Jet Lag

UFO Hat Jet Lag

 

Maria Morisot

 

Cover Art by Renata Solimini

 

Published by Moan Lisa Press

 

Copyright © Maria Morisot 2015

 

She sings the song

of Heaven;

built up in kaleidoscope

eyes, her circuitry

intense and longing for

 

One tell

to hold her close;

this systematic

closure spirals

down into

the stratosphere,

 

Where wings of angels

melt into

volcanic ash;

and serpentine,

erotic mist;

the sea of

hallucinatory

reproductive

carousel

display

 

Synthesis of hyperdimensionality

a spiritual ascendence,

complete with the cravings

of a mad dog.

 

Who were you then

when I

whispered slowly

in sucking sounds

slurp,

slurp, slurp;

these sudden voices

coalescing forms

of concrete

representation

 

The medusa

sloshes

around the

crystal globe,

one witch

in impatience

utters an

incantation

to transcend

the venom of

this pool

 

Ascendance perched on a cold

stone,

waiting for

her habitat to enter

critical mass

so it will

become

death

 

Should fireflies

transcend

their momentary march

into the night’s

redeeming pool

 

And children,

in Saint Peter’s Square

chasing after

dreams…

 

Caught yesterday in

the arousal of

a serpentine

dimension.

 

An undercurrent of

sound replaces my lost

memories; breath

of irreversible

deconstruction

holds me under

and beneath

the tempestuous

reproduction of a

singularity’s smile

 

Lonely as I am,

marked the frozen

entity of frostbite

 

A simple prayer, to God’s

contraceptive spool,

lingering in the aftertaste

of a startled reaction

to your lips,

 

Pursed to kiss,

 

Impenetrable soul sucks

me in so closely to

your breath.

 

Yesterday, I woke up

from a dream; there were

spiders devouring me. My flesh

was bitten into, and the

desperation of a child

who can’t escape

the currents

 

As they pass her by;

through her,

with her,

inside of her…

 

And she—

I; I

contemplated

my own self-

destruction.

 

Today, I woke up

without a dream;

there was nothing

but the sound

of your foot falls,

resting gently

on the inner workings

of my soul.

 

A cut

bleeding

through

gauze

 

It is necessarily

the reproduction of

thought that I was

investigating; four

hornets and a

sensational

cessation, to quit,

withdraw

from the tents

of defecating

membranes

 

Slowly,

and with-

drawal

 

Symptoms

arresting

my thoughts, I

turn to you

to ask you

if you will

take my hand

and guide me.

 

The tremors which

cause the

collapse of everything

I’ve

ever known to

be the truth;

 

Still night, diverse

politics; a heavy

heart that bleeds,

 

Why should we

be so

sad, when

we are so

in love?

 

In ominous imprecision;

typed trapezoidal features

cutting deep into

the skin of our

perception. It isn’t

water whose fake

pretense we admire,

it is sound

 

Which carries us

off to lofty

heights, and makes

us breathe easy.

 

Dante’s Inferno; stoked

with the sins

of the world,

our automatic response

 

To this behavior’s cessation;

a pool of mired

blood, and I wreak havoc

upon my outer

container,

 

You and I, though,

begin conclusion

to rest our selves

against the corners

of a curve. This shallowly

bent destructive

force,

 

Saving cinema

for the days where

we can fly away,

drop burden

and run

 

Into the leaves

of grass.

 

At that point

where light becomes

the essence of God;

and in a cloak of

anxiety, the world

is dashed to pieces

 

It crumbles,

and it burns; and echoes

rumble throughout the city.

 

Intensified paralysis;

calming my nerves

into a

relaxed condition

 

I cannot feel your kiss,

but I can see

deep within

your eyes

 

And there,

is gravity

founded.

 

With the incentive

of her lips,

made clear through

thick fog;

I scramble to

disrupt my thoughts’

precepts

 

Expunged meticulous

forms of living number,

drawn into

the bath water; held

sweetly below the

surface’s serenade

 

Poignant beauty struck

between two oracles;

one fast,

one slow,

 

Drawing out the

blood’s infusion

from the pharmaceutical;

crashing the passion’s

celestial sting.

 

White flag

set in stone,

a grim reminder;

of what was lost

 

When you suggested

that I—

with my surrender-

stilts

 

Wash away

this fan-

tasy

 

And as time

continues

in the veins,

in the blood,

 

A two-stage

rocket

to the moon.

 

In ancient tongues,

the serpent’s sting;

things resolved forgotten,

a host of seraphim

dredging up

 

The sun

from the moat

of God’s

 

Transfusion.

 

Positioned at the edge

of time, this last

instruction: to self-

destruct and consume

the grace of my

condition

 

Chaos & the flow

of my regression into

since departed sins,

celestial bodies

burning with desire

 

And in the false

pretense of night’s

diluted sky; I

place my hands

around your waist

& I

 

Wait for Summer time;

 

Behind your eyes,

those crystal spheres

emitting tears

 

I watch the walls

of your desires,

pinned and painted

 

With concrete

scars; the life

of an actress

playing roles

 

A systemic

reproduction

 

Cast-iron doubts

& heated arguments

to reduce the world

to molecular

reactions

& base

 

Our symmetries

& concurrent

loves; blended

in diagonal

radiation.

 

A fragility experienced

through sleepless nights,

head bent towards

Hell’s embrace

 

For fluid life

to call—

 

The crystalline synthetic

star; whose light

becomes reality’s entombment

 

Creasing, and increasing

the mind’s eye,

we should walk through

fire, and dine on pork;

riddled innocence,

beguiled trust

 

I take you for

a sensual

observer;

tasting the

violence

projected

through

your fist.

 

Inside the medallion’s

curse; I reply

in strong strokes

of asemic suns

 

And you,

 

You’ve captivated

& conditioned

me;

 

See-through, tranquil

seas; anemones.

The plastered halls

where we once

sprayed ourselves

upon the canvases

 

Your intellect,

& cunning mind

forbids me to

disclose the

secrets of

this

 

Unearthly

bond.

 

Slowly stepping

down

 

Like droplets

of tears,

wetting the dirt

 

It is the frequency

of angels that

precedes us

& this procession;

a funeral rite

 

Diagnostic chemical

reaction

 

And into the sea,

what a strange

& beautiful necessity

between two

minds, two

hearts, two

souls. In the

union of dissymmetry

provided for by

glancing strangers

carrying our

condition to the

underground.

 

Causality & concentric sins

spun souls into oblivion;

with watchful eyes, I

hope, you’ll

skim the surface

of this un-

intelligible conversation

 

It’s only a matter

of momentary

blindness; a sweet

corruption of our

mental matter,

 

A tooth decay.

& so our oblig-

atory condescension

chucks out

the mass’ volatile

deconstructive

phonograph.

 

It’s past

time,

it’s

past time

 

To read your

fortune, and steal

the thoughts you

hide away

 

It’s that

time,

to let the

widow wail

 

And through

the window

to where

the isosceles

reproduction

of her father’s

 

Limousine

short-circuits

the sun.

Here I am

calm,

 

Disentangled

from your

iridescent

works of

playful

art,

 

And captivated

by the slowly

moving storm

within your

eyes; passion.

 

Blood-red;

 

In this ejaculation

of reverent thought,

expressed upon the

page; in

Latin

 

Differentiated

only, solely,

by the clear

misconduct

of the members

of this hallucinatory

event.

 

A regulated

thirst,

cold hands &--

 

A tattered

heart; beating pulsing

breathing life

into the outer

extremities

of space

& time

 

I am

enraptured;

coalescing with

angelic

swirls, who’ve

wrapped my

gifts and clear proportionate

disproportioned scabs with

 

Heated

tissues taken

from the night’s

undulating suns,

 

Going up;

leisurely

exercising

a tonality

of punishment.

 

Conflicted premonitions

thirsting over

Saturday’s long walks upon the beach

 

Safely threaded

into

liquid coriander

spice

 

This raw container

holding anything

but the

presumption that I

could connect

the stars.

 

I was expended &

expelled from

Christianity’s

confines; the day I

found myself wholly

unearthed by a sentencing

of time; to grow,

 

& to achieve the highest

isolation point.

 

In the dust,

I breathe you

in, in the

dust I beg

for your remuneration

 

& an accomplishment

perceived as raise

emerges through

the hallways of the

decadent tomorrow.

 

Her bite; pinching

and bruising bite;

piercing the skin,

 

never minding what

shadows lie therein,

 

Never minding what

shallow hells are

sunken in these eyes,

 

I’ve waited

for her

to puncture

my sedentary

self.

 

Spiraling into the sea,

to reinvent my pain,

and let it bleed;

to find a quick momentary

breath and to be

free once more; in

the eyes of Heaven.

 

In the heart

where

wild transmu-

tations skirt

the edges of

confliction, &

reminiscent de-

constructions

 

Come about

through environ-

mental evolution.

Three pieces

of my broken fan-

tasy; extinguished

and forgotten

by the recovery

of my obtrusive

resurrection;

 

I am the uncanny

knack; firing neur-

onal source

of her obsession.

 

The tigress paws

her prey,

an unconstitutional

molasses-maw;

even lighter

that the brightest sun

 

Fickle matter,

the dream of

Loch-

ness

stenographies

and simple ciphers

to tell tale

memories

 

We were want

to

guess the

resurrection

day,

unfold our

territories;

 

To loose Earth’s

emryonic decay.

 

In her resistance

to a god past-

tense; reprimanding

deity, folding under

layers of skin and

disquieting our

bedtime prayers

 

Snatch hypocrisy dealt

queer ideals

reverence seems

to melt within

these sugar-

coated

lives

 

Blissful redemption,

holding the

child at bay;

a favorable mention

to disentangle

the concepts of

thought-decay

 

Irresolute

inebriation,

pickled pigs’

feet, two

tusks

& a

concrete

slab.

 

Gravity’s< painful

repositioning, cellophane

dreams concatenated

realities; and then

the bite,

your perfect teeth

imprinted:

In my flesh.

 

Hallucinatory

repositioning, cellular

mass entangled with

your vile malcontempt;

whose reproductive

gels will swarm

and form

the sea of my derision

 

Hopelessly indoctrinated

into

one less smidgeon

of assault

 

Where we grasp

shoulders; with loose

grips

edging ever

into the dark.

 

What reasons were

binding us

in our harmonic

splice?

 

We rewrite history

to coincide

with our

little pleasures;

bundled up in

post-satisfactory

smiles; and I eat

you, and I

drink you through

these wounds,

like honey

to the tongue;

a bit

less flavor &

a bit

more exasperation.

 

How was the critique?

An oversight in

lesbianism; cascading

atrocities (gone awry).

So sex

succumbed to violence,

&

the

 

Reticent coil

defiantly shot

itself into her

mouth;

 

Closed corners

dappling dots

upon the counter

tops, a three-

ringed circus,

 

An elephant,

or two &

 

Peanuts &

popcorn &

intelligence

agents;

 

& a bicycle;

no, a tricycle

built for…

 

To take clarity by force,

and alter one’s

perception; to hang

gravity’s

inclinations

of threaded life,

 

How slowly the sea

is to purge

the monstrosities

of its whole; beginning

from naught

and ending with

some far-flung religion

to carry over measure

of her infancy.

 

We are days,

slowly spinning

time’s internal gears;

slowly manifesting our

resolution of an hour

 

Where we will walk,

a broken, fragmented

lover’s quarrel.

 

An ordinary incision,

in time’s

decompositional refrain;

it’s like whorls

of evanescent light

dappling

a fragrant

atmosphere

 

And in the pages,

news;

 

The paper tells

of liquid mercury,

rabid bands

of blue; salt-

tasting

hydrogen bonds

repercussing

 

Down,

spiraling, down,

walking the shores

of death, and

enigmatic tooth

decay.

 

Inside the butcher’s

eyes, to horrors of the sea;

inescapable, impossible

rhythmic tones

displacing the future’s

fornicating lobotomy

 

In silence we shall stand

 

Unison’s horn

devouring the meaning of

Principia Mathematica;

and in solution

to the voice of

desolation,

every moment is

obsolete,

every pain is silenced

 

And the fissures

encapsulating our dismay

come slowly in

obscurity, droning on and on;

on and on.

 

In theory or in

recitation, we begin

class with a momentary pause: [

 

]; and an evaluation

of the

chemical

composition

of Mercury’s

hemispheres. No

scientific pulse proceeds

from the mouths

of infants and

the Diocese of Armageddon,

the tick

tock clock

burning up the

atmospheric plane;

 

When gravity’s

calm quietude

are deceased carcinogens

rioting together

through the mind’s

inferiority complexifications

 

One more pass;

into the swimming hole.

 

Hourly wages, craving

the text upon the pages;

an arm’s band clash

against bare skin,

and paradise’s

plutonium mirage

 

You were stationed

in the swamp,

we drew metal

masks; mirrored-

deities and souls of

chance, while I mustered

every spark laying hidden

in the darkness of my

psychologic elemental

 

You were there,

and I was

 

Walking, undertaking

the cold steps to

Plato’s false re-

union; the better to

hear you by, my dear.

 

The better plane

to place

my wounds inside

the chamber

of your ear.

 

Wind & water lash

the eyes flit,

A smile; no a-

symmetric

tongue twists

 

& I

revealing

the voices in the mire;

capitalize on the ones, twos; threes &

mores.

 

Unsteady state we dream upon,

a bed of tilted ocean;

frothing monstrosity,

a leveled head, a bare

sin. What devils dwell

with-

in

 

And so I rise,

to face the daylight’s

saving time;

and hold myself

under and below

the cover of my

translucent

skin.

 

Hypocrisy & the felt

dream, awakened sleep

set on fire in the bathroom;

and hope, a God-

forsaken

stem;

Dripping

 

red drops

of sweet

silk; the kind that kills.

 

Tract; a-

ttract-ed

symposium

 

a level-

headed bird

swings wings,

comes

to the river-

side; sleeps

in the water

bed. Dreams

 

Broken glass

dreams; br,

oken,rec,

ord,spik,

es,pl,

aces,dr

awn;cold,c

ard,stu

d. Vericose

celebrities

piling on

the viscous

fluid for

the potted

plants.

 

Libr//en-

glish; tr//ans-

late

shape(ly)::

 

Essence of carpe

diem; swallowed flock

juxtaposed with either

two handbags or a sock-

monkey on either side

 

Trusting in

the religious few

who

succumb to my dystoxic

malfunctionary rote

 

Who has?

Who does not

reflexively

persuade herself

to swallow the

ejaculatory words

of an embittered

little girl?

 

Short spurts of

phlegm &

mucous; against the

membranes of

our sins

 

Dry ice metaphors;

cackling at the crossroads

to where two

worlds meet.

 

Its sin is in

construction,

& – de-

construction,

 

Forwardly flapping,

“tsk, tsk,” &

crying’

 

All the same,

a step in the wrong;

all the same, words;

billowing like clothing,

flapping in the cool

Autumn breeze.

 

Albino sex; part of a

midsummer’s cacophony;

and I raise my head

(from your lap) &

roll the papers

of a scroll

 

Whistling while

the mayflies….

Fly

 

Not seeing

the imperfections

of your expository

nail file execution.

 

Histogram ; a mammogram

and surgical accoutrement,

the stage plays our

retribution as we walk

into the slivers of

the sun’s wet kiss.

 

A herd of elephants,

a violent spark;

whispers of a child

alone in the dark,

 

As fate would have

the melody of the moon,

her highest pitch;

 

Forked ;enema,

dissolution of a god,

three doors waiting

for the fourth;

 

Rhyming for the hopeless

child who whispers her

venomous words into the deep.

 

Slogging, through mire’s

sludge; relationship’s

fog and the streetlamps.

 

Every link, false

link broken; base,

vase; sepulcher

had once inspired,

now dashed to

fragments in the mire

 

& line-

breaks

 

Send the shadows reeling, set the bog aflame;

closest dry lips to suck, an orange’s voluptuous

flesh; fire & the

rest.

 

Spritzed cellophanE; do,

you remember in September, when

the teddy bears eradicated the feet of

LIONS & the

tails of monkey’s whipped cream

 

It all constructs and reconstructs

into the sea of languages &

misdemeanor sleet; nobody

can understand the sift &

flow of drifting snow;

the chaos inherent

in the structure

of a lie. a mis-

construed fra-

cture of a m-

ind. unord-

inary time

 

Licentious matter,

breath proclaims

the cause; of our

disrupted spaces

 

Only in the

fear of

minutes passed in

isolation;

your curse unsubstantiated,

and the

violence associated

with your tick.

 

Caution comes

crawling

into

the thickets

of our desire;

 

Four hands,

& legs-

synthesizing

a lover’s

quarrel

 

& a pause.

 

Once,

in a while;

I draw a

—————

Between

what could &

couldn’t be.

 

& I succumb

to the frailty

and fragility

of sound; come

crashing down.

 

Time spent

recovered;

in the island’s

scope where we

persuade each

other

into deepening

breaths of

Heaven’s gasp

 

&

 

When the fowl

with her

young

 

Succeeds

to tell

the whole

 

Of every-

thing she’s

ever dreamed

 

In one last

grasping for

the edge—

before tumbling

into a sea

of ecstasy.

 

In-

stigat-

ion

 

Asteroids falling

through the at-

mospheric haze;

And I’m on fire.

 

Burning up w/

raw desire

 

Holding hands w/

her mirrored

multifacet;

craving what

worlds I have

not known.

 

Scales and skin

the depths come

from within

this vacant Hell;

 

And I’ll be quieted

and hungry until.

 

Positioned with

her legs spread wide;

one evening, out of

tune with nature’s

complimentary kiss

 

My heart &

her heart;

 

The way we’ve

always wished;

 

Twofold sentence

structures competing

for tooth decay;

lively cherubs

an elementary parade

 

Frogs &

dinosaur bones,

lucky rocks;

& we’re so far from home….

 

Must I

Inhibit all this unconscious

volume of my inebriation;

come clean &

with high winds,

 

Dry my tears

in a bed of death & ash

 

Lay the body

and watch the fire

burn. Burn. & I

want to hesitate

to catch the movement

of our lifeless minds;

 

Who doesn’t comprehend

the difference;

between marrow &

the soul. The center-

piece whose skin

will grant deliverance.

 

Underside of the

whale; the belly

of my love’s

last expiration;

an inhalation

of my decent self,

the one I knew

had not the sense

to carry over

her enigmatic tune.

 

Siphoned

taxonomy

 

slurred soliloquy;

& the pancreas

of my love’s

request, holding

high the head &

 

sentimentalism

slurs again my

sound; the sound

of the world

around me,

coming down.

 

Hyphen-

ated

accessory,

styled incision

& birth’s last

derision.

 

Cat’s cradle

kept in check;

the illusion

of her systematic

polymorphic

pin-

prick;

 

I owe you

 

Heavy helpings

of a served up

dish of

death; I

owe you,

the itinerary

helplessness

of my beguiled

aforensic

self.

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