Abyss of Grotesqueness

20” x 24”,  Acrylic & ink on birch panel, 2021

Abyss of Grotesqueness

Blackness in its bones
Circulating in opacity's dense
thicket of unknowns
Yet all too familiar
Entrenching the trenches
of vascular miasma
with jagged thorns of putrified rose
contained yet spilling out
Flesh deforming
into something more
Pure and utter darkness
it feels no pain
Churning in its own fluidic and
solid states
Sensations observed
with no connection to encasement
ever evolving form lending its
feeling of formlessness

Coiled, twisted
Magnetized
Burning from the inside
Grasping at timelines
to destroy all signs of life
Nothing but darkness
Surpassing eyes
Knowing in scent
Indescribable
All powerful
Throbbing radiation
Firing squad entropy
All one formation
Caving in on itself
Blinded to size
Number of sides infinite
Abyss of grotesqueness
beautiful as it implodes
coating itself in liquid and salt
Nothing but itself to absolve

Surrounded in the purest black
All black itself
Yet prismatic in its churning
Dense matter cohabitating with itself
into something more
Disgusting textures
cleanliness forlorn
Abyss of Grotesqueness
beyond stillness and statement
Self conscious of its form
aware of its unrelenting painless pain
friction of bursting vessels on fire
absolving frame
Non-stop movement
Its shape rippling and swaying
Heaving infernal decay
yet only gaining strength
momentum of flailing
layers embodying pace
Energized by its own putrescent
existence|
Flesh like skin inside out
One globule pulsing
treacherous throbbing
Sound of a beating heart
like a drum
Constantly shifting
incapable of stillness
No comfort in its movement

(Second stanza repeats)

Blackness in its bones
Circulating in opacity's dense
thicket of unknowns
Yet all too familiar

Blackness in its bones
Circulating in opacity's dense
thicket of unknowns
Yet all too familiar