This is the end of the line/road come to a close. Muted vision of the dead blends exhaustively with the wretched night that binds it, blinds us in wanton light— a flight not so easily ignored by those in whose arms death waits, enthroned... These are the nights of wasted bones, traced footsteps in mud, … Continue reading Maggot Drain by Rozz Williams
Poetry
A Fire of Uncommon Velocity by Rozz Williams
Lecture of nectarines taking precedence over the vast emptiness of my name and quickly depleting body collapsed in holy withdrawal and a shivering wound left unhealed by time or paranoia. Hopeless hope of nothing to come but lonesome nights in the thick of nowhere. Juniper daze and hold me over the barrel of your gun. … Continue reading A Fire of Uncommon Velocity by Rozz Williams
Who’s In Charge Here (Beneath the Triumph of Shadows) by Rozz Williams
Old ass monkeys swivel in the discuss/fiscuss lovers yahtzee style. Circle of viral disease spent in whirlpools of light hatred, beginnings of the new world… "Jimmy trick," the space captain moaned from beneath the cosmic red rays of radioactive dead curl. "You make my heart sing." A homosexual antibiotic for no sex in venereal hallway … Continue reading Who’s In Charge Here (Beneath the Triumph of Shadows) by Rozz Williams
Dear Skin by Rozz Williams
Electronic babble, shove off with thine elastic attitude. You condescending fuck hole, you tiny little prick, you don't have the persuasion to crash down my power of hope with rationalization. Tower of rubble, shovel dirt back in that open hole. My soul residing? Hiding there. A devilish grin of rich desire, more fire devouring flame, … Continue reading Dear Skin by Rozz Williams
Dream For the Heart
I. Crisp, easy breathing The spring resides outside in Calming spirits' plights II. Farther is the sky Feather clouds stretch high the blue The light is shining III. The warming green glows Heart enables it to grow A hearth, home to all -- -- "Dream for the Heart" is a haiku tryptic written by … Continue reading Dream For the Heart
Perennial Revolution
Paris is burning. Four weeks, the fire spreads. Violence erupts, gas billows red, horns and lights, cacophony rings. Buildings burn, cars smolder, ablaze, the shoppes, vandalized and looted. The police have removed their helmets as the people attempt to remove their leaders; they'd remove their heads as a testament against treason. The students are … Continue reading Perennial Revolution
Night of the Deserters
The lies that filled the night, a contingent thread of peace through omission. Fear, a revving tide, consolidated the radicals it insulated, and robbed the atmosphere of its own gravity. A smirk hidden at the back somewhere, hidden deep beneath a mess of coif and minstrel lyres, the eyes reveal the true souls of liars, … Continue reading Night of the Deserters
Paris Is Burning
Fourteen weeks long this tale has become, fourteen weeks and at five weeks undone. The violence shared upon them all, a demand their governors heed their call. A fire ignited in a break for gas, a dystopic peace on the weekend clash the yellow coats multitude against armored law. To true peace and justice, an … Continue reading Paris Is Burning
Midnight Clouds
Mercy Street forlorn in the morning clouds. The eyes heavy in retreat, eclipse its own vision, iris shaking, pupil fat. The fog clings low to the ground, the feigned winter breeze of an ill-fit New Year and Holiday Season, all but elements and figments of a present now passed. Random auditory notes, celestial to organic … Continue reading Midnight Clouds
Cold Desert Plains
Sun kissed desert lands Wind brings cold to heated plains Warming days, chill nights -- -- "Cold Desert Plains" is written by Michael Aaron Casares. All rights reserved.
The Root of Many Returns 