Tuesday, November 12, 2013

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a wet little beast
throws up sick in city rain
bugs hang inside him
-Bychowski-

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Sunday, November 10, 2013

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they say it's just lies
what happens if I let them?
wrenched from the black grip
-Bychowski-

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Saturday, November 09, 2013

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pantheon descends
pulled inside machines as
shadows cross our backs
-Bychowski-

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let love through you--no?
leave me the-fuck alone, then
fate is a whirlpool
-Bychowski-

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Sunday, October 20, 2013

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there is a kingdom
behind dark clouds at twilight
Halloween sunset
-Bychowski-

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Sunday, October 13, 2013

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two red inner hands
twist hate from my seventh soul
flesh needs an uproar
-Bychowski-

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Friday, October 04, 2013

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blood in a dark space
leaks through cracks on the unloved
caverns of sorrow
-Bychowski-

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living with no one
hope the dead walk with loved ones
days stepped in silence
-Bychowski-

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Saturday, September 28, 2013

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with chins on their wrists
they smile after whiskey
sleeping dogs lie
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voice whispers "don't dare!"
wraps its arms below ribcage
wounds that still drip blood
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penance in alleys
faced his shame in the garbage
as devils tore lesions
-Bychowski-
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Friday, August 16, 2013

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Men Will Seek Death
- James Bychowski -



When wounds increase
And leaves release
The blood that was your first life

A purple head
Will grow in tears
Under lids that womb your sad eyes

You’ll blink to slick
And flicker bits
That float and stick to your mind

“Good God” you’ll moan
“I can’t believe”
You do, they’re real, you can’t die

You’ll tighten rope
Ease out on beams
Find stones to sharpen dull knives

A purple face
Will grip your heart
Hallucinate, you can’t die

Ancient remnants
Shaded dark
They’re what you were before time

“The vine is strong
But dry like skin
My blood’s recast in its lie”

Purple cheeks
And yellow teeth
A beast will hang in your eyes

He’ll swing his toes
Into the ponds
That shine like sleep in sea-night

When things were small
You fell into
A ghoul who lived in ice light

He tugged your neck
He pinched it shut
You screamed from mouths and death eyes

No one knew
You’d be alone
‘Cept him who shaped in your fear

He is the gorge
That opens up
And heats the bones in your ears

Flex your arms
Growl and threat
Charge God “You created a nightmare!”

Falling fast
Trailing steam
A whisper “. . . you, it’s not Him . . .”



Saturday, July 27, 2013

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              33
- James Bychowski




Awful
          Macabre
                   Diorama

Lead me from the constriction of death

Oh Hell you dark black snake

I couldn’t breathe

The pain, a diabolically vivid scene of laughter

Pinned and forced to dance with the kin of ill jesters
Thorns spit through holes, stuck in fists, howling spectres

A constant give forever curves ‘round to take
You’ve seen the rings, worn by priests, dull metal snakes

A roll of mouths devour the tips of their tails

Rings of Saturn
          All too smooth
Made in Hell


Thursday, July 18, 2013

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Revelation 8:13

"And I beheld, and heard an angel flying through the midst of heaven, saying with a loud voice, Woe, woe, woe, to the inhabiters of the earth by reason of the other voices of the trumpet of the three angels, which are yet to sound!"

Revelation 9

"And the fifth angel sounded , and I saw a star fall from heaven unto the earth; and to him was given the key of the bottomless pit.

And he opened the bottomless pit; and there arose a smoke out of the pit, as the smoke of a great funace; and the sun and the air were darkened by reason of the smoke of the pit.

And there came out of the smoke locusts upon the earth; and unto them was given power, as the scorpions of the earth have power.

And it was commanded them that they should not hurt the grass of the earth, neither any green thing, neither any tree; but only those men which have not the seal of God in their foreheads.

And to them it was given that they should not kill them, but that they should be tormented five months; and their torment was as the torment of a scorpion, when he striketh a man.

And in those days shall men seek death, and shall not find it; and shall desire to die, and death shall flee from them.

And the shapes of the locusts were  like unto horses prepared unto battle; and on their heads were  as it were crowns like gold, and their faces were  as the faces of men.

And they had hair as the hair of women, and their teeth were as the teeth  of lions.

And they had breastplates, as it were breastplates of iron; and the sound of their wings was as the sound of chariots of many horses running to battle.

And they had tails like unto scorpions, and there were stings in their tails; and their power was to hurt men five months.

And they had a king over them, which is the angel of the bottomless pit, whose name in the He'brew tongue is A-bad'don, but in Greek tongue hath his name A-poll'yon.

One woe is past; and, behold, there come two woes more hereafter.

And the sixth angel sounded, and I heard a voice from the four horns of the golden altar which is before God.

Saying to the sixth angel which had the trumpet. Loose the four angels which are bound in the great river Eu-phra'tes.

And the four angels were loosed, which were prepared for an hour, and a day, and a month, and a year, for to slay the third part of men.

And the number of the army of the horsemen were two hunderd thousand thousand; and I heard the number of them.

And thus I saw the horses in the vision, and them that sat on them, having breastplates of fire, and of jacinth, and brimstone; and the heads of the horses were as the heads of lions; and out of their mouths issued fire and smoke and brimstone.

By these three was the third part of men killed, by the fire, and by the smoke, and by the brimstone, which issued out of their mouths.

For their power is in their mouth, and in their tails; for their tails were like unto serpents, and had heads, and with them they do hurt.

And the rest of the men which were not killed by these plagues yet repented not of the works of their hands, that they should not worship devils, and idols of gold, and silver, and brass, and stone, and of wood; which neither can see, nor hear, nor walk:

Neither represented they of their murders, nor of their sorceries, nor of their fornication, nor of their thefts."