Triangles.

Part 1:
The Night

I saw Triangles of Light,
Obscure in their Geometry ,
Obscure in their axioms,
Piercing through the window,
Abusing the Nights Charm,
Through the leaves of baked trees,
Piercing Into eyes.

Room full of Triangles ,
Fusing into each other ,
Like maddened squids,
of three tentacles each
Growing in their reach,
to distort everything.

In early Morning sickness,
images of Uneven proportions
screeching ,belching in ears,
jellificating gray neurons ,
as skeletons turn into ashes ,
and stars turn into rashes.

These Triangles strangle,
everything in their infatuation,
Like Giant Statues
Crushing everything with their shadows
At the most Inauspicious
time of the night ,

when chakra towers ,
of 3 and half coils
turn everything into messy fluid,
the semen ,the blood,the saliva
acidic pancreas bursting out,
when skulls suck the skies ,

These evil Triangles,
concordant and Arid,
Organic yet lifeless ,
Dehydrated with ammonia,
coming in through tubes.

These Triangles snatch and Take hold,
Of entire struggle of soul,
As fingers try to escape,
from light-year long Gutter hole,
Into the yet Unborn pieces of madness
Flashback.

Chapter 2
The Origins
when original smooth,luminous ether,
Froze to pallets of life,
in an organic ocean,
visions of eukaryotes,
to the great Gods of creation,
In busy factories,
made of a furnace of bearded stars,
Now life is created ,
In a mist of million years,
as vapours of nursery ,
turbulate ,circulate ,assimilate,
the blood of the beginning ,






chapter 6:
And To the parallel Lines,
Of energy crossing over the hills,
In erect masculine towers ,
With Gigabytes of insanity,
Fed daily to slaughter houses

Energy fed Triangles ,
By the damp rail yards ,
Where the Hungry tracks,
Gather by the blasted Crows
Where the greasy river flows

As painted feces and Faces,
Decorate a democracy ,
With Thousand unborn colors
Rising symphonies in Nail polish acetone
Celebrating their federation

The Young ogres
Taking Delight in pages and Pages,
Of Rotten ,mutilated Corpses .
In rhythmic pulses of liaisons,
Every moment.


The Prophetic gizmo Boys,
And Their Dirty Girlfriends
Video Game Visionaries ,
Shooting the naked children
From a rising chopper for fun.
As justice poops out
of Their fatty splashed doors.

In the barter temples ,
Seeding the snake crops,
Embroidered by Plastic bags ,
And the pulp of broken Glass
The Triangles whoop and play,


Three sided Nuclear Joker ,
In chain reactions ,They intermingle.
Blessed Triangles upon Blessed people,
Then The triangles swim ,
In concentrated aspirin.

In smoky movie theaters ,
Horizons shrink to pus,
An accidence of mere Ideas,
Vulgar, obscene, passionate, Bizarre ,
In coffee House by inverted Bats .

Rants of self declared saviors
and ugly feminine freaks,
With spoiled milk oozing out ,
Of their tasteless bosoms,
Reconstructing their frozen fathers
in distant idiotic images.

The Triangles Triumph and stay

Chapter 4:
Alexander ,Ceaser,Atilla,Chengiz Khan,
Stories of Heros and Naked clans,
Rape the women,squash the enemy,
Put sticks in holes of conquered bodies,


Chapter 7:
Music,Music,Music,
Outside of the moving window,
As wind touches the blades,
Of shy,glossy grasses
To the left ,Masses
Mass of Masses sloping down,
Maddened Masses
Glorious Masses
Orchestral masses
Harmonic masses
On a Grand stage,
A trillion tongues
Shouts of Moye ,Moye,moye.
In the Oil rain ,In Nuclear train,
In Violet Pain,In rusted shame.
Its Finale.Final Hope.
Thus The Vision of Triangles,
In supra-optic nerve ,
Transcends now to the Final word.
(incomplete)