Breaking through the
inevitable cosmic
Crust
Starshine, fumbling fingers of ocean, topographic maps to never, rain
slicing like
surgical steel
Scraped rust of clever
Because we can
Because we must
Draining the sutures
firing bullets of rainbows over
Galaxies skin deep
We're not proud
we have agents in
Every country
sporting mirrorshades
that feed back
into your
brain
We speak all languages
including
alien and
angelic and
android and
animal and
pain
We are the Illuminati they warned you about
the vampire hive mind
Relax
Don't be afraid
Accept your true
Nature.
We never die.
We never die.
We never die.
We are the gods your ancestors thought they invented
For millennia we have been hunted
We are the goblins and ghosts that haunt your erotic nightmares
We play for keeps.
Join us
Do not weep.
Alex S. Johnson is a retired English instructor, disability rights activist, author, editor and publisher (Nocturnicorn Books). He is known for his highly unusual poetry style which combines influences from Dada and Surrealism to hip hop, black metal, industrial noise, T.S. Eliot, Walt Whitman and Rimbaud. His books include the acclaimed collection The Death Jazz, Bureau of Dreams, The Doom Hippies and Bizarrely Departed. His work has appeared in such venues as Horror Sleaze Trash, Black Noise, Bizarro Central and Cease, Cows. His upcoming books include The Junk Merchants 2: A Literary Tribute to William S. Burroughs, featuring a roster of luminaries including Poppy Z. Brite, Caitlin Kiernan, John Shirley and the co-founder of the iconic Goth rock band Bauhaus, David J. Haskins. Johnson ilves in Sacramento, California with his family.
Johnson's poetry and prose collections The Doom Hippies and Skull Vinyl have been acquired by the Widener Library at Harvard University
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