BLUETOOTH SPEAKER YALDABAOTH

The Return of the Curse of RAT HEART NEBULA

Recently, I posted about some poems of mine published in Creative Writing Department’s Print Journal. They were a set of seven pieces, all of similar style, called “Rat Heart Nebula.” Below, I’m sharing three more sections of it, rounding out the set to ten. I am eventually going to collect all these in a chapbook, but I’m not sure how many of them there will end up being. They are extremely fun to write.

Also, Yaldabaoth is this guy:

Monstrous child of Sophia in the Gnostic cosmology, Yaldabaoth is the lion-faced serpent god who created our insane world. It does not matter if you think about this or not when reading.

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from RAT HEART NEBULA

8. 

Strange attractor in warp/weft
    of Zoroaster radius elapsed &
zigzag. Horror-prone, eking out 

a fuckup or louse to flense clean.
      Hate mail thrums in acid rain 
of hooks or peel-off heart rate

like rigged century of antidote loss.
     RADIO MEDUSA BROADCAST DAY
to gut the parricidal eye bribe.

Ashtray & pachyderm. Disc bulge. 
    Split the healers and cinched it.
So kissed the owl. Then struck.


9.

Arms deal annealed in comatose
     fray work. I SEE IT NOW, 
THE STRUCK SPEECH OF AURAS

IN SCREE as mendicant bulwark
     aligns two bluegreen dots.
Con man. Eloped in filigree

of blight militant vocab speck.
     Mayday antennae modality (his 
whole business is skunked). Arouse

around arraign array a ruse fuse
   ohm & seize.  Took guts.   
“& got a big name for disgust.”


10.

Crude mock-up of creep delay. 
     Puny blue blister-pack knife. 
“Face the music, bozo. Nobody 

spat that glow.” Slack gatherer,  
      a clip of puddle sky for deepfreeze
BLUETOOTH SPEAKER YALDABAOTH

muck plus dross of lowlife eye.
     A little snail running through luck
(by xenon or hyacinthine trials).

A nomad praxis. A biped style. 
   Glued to the results w/plugged ears.
The comatose ghosts of spies.