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Mojave Repressions

by Keith Merrow

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1.
Tumbleweed 04:47
OUT IN THE DIRT UNDER THE GLEAMING DESERT SUN A VAPID GROWTH ON HER ARID SKIN SPROUTING THORNS LIKE TUMBLEWEED FIERY BREATH OF A HARRIDAN EARTH HER CROSSPATCH WINDS THEY HEARSE ME HOME I AM BORN ANEW A DEAD HUSK NEVER THRIVING, BLIGHT OF THE EARTH FIERY BREATH OF A HARRIDAN EARTH AMIDST THE YUCCA TREES SOON TO WITHER AND DIE WITHER AND DIE WHISKED AWAY LIKE A FRESHLY-FLOWN MAGGOT LIKE A JADE-BACK PEST NOW ONE IN DEATH I'VE SEEN THEM IN DREAMS THEIR BLOOD STAINS THE QUARTZ BELOW TO MAKE ANEW MY HOME ON THEIR TOMB GRIEVE FOR THE DESERT SON DEAD HUSK DEAD HUSK OUT IN THE DIRT UNDER THE GLEAMING DESERT SUN A VAPID GROWTH ON HER ARID SKIN SPROUTING THORNS LIKE TUMBLEWEED FIERY BREATH OF A HARRIDAN EARTH AN OVALLED RING SHATTERS BONE A STONE SHATTERS GLASS A FRACTURED HOME I KNOW NOT OF THEIR LIFE ONLY OF THEIR PAIN THE TEARS OF THE CHILD NURTURE HARDENED SOIL UPON THE GROUND OF THE ELDERS YOU KNEW IT WASN'T SAFE YOU KNEW WE SHOULDN’T BE HERE UPON THE GROUNDS OF THE MURDERERS AND THE HEROES AND THE SAINTS A CHILD FINDS HIS ONLY PEACE
2.
I.... FAIL TO REMEMBER SIGNIFICANT ERAS OF LIFE FROM WHOM I EVOLVED BUT INTO THE FAR BEYOND... TROUBLED MIND REMEMBERS THE FEAR FEAR OF THE MUMBLING MAN (MUMBLES) SCARS ON MY SKIN FROM JOSHUA LEAVES RECALLING A MEMORY OF HIDING IN TREES LICKING THE WOUNDS ALL CAN SEE THAT THESE CUTS STILL BLEED I SLUMBERED UPON THE DECEASED IN THE SAFETY OF DARKNESS PAROXYSM OF HAZE THE MIDNIGHT FOG COLLECTS UPON MY BROW HAVE I NEVER BEEN MORE ALONE OR AFRAID THAN RIGHT NOW? COWERED IN THEIR RETICENCE AN OMINOUS CALL SHOCKING MY SENSES FROM THEIR OBLONG BOX INQUISITIVE HOUND SIGNALS IN SILENCE IT MUST BE OLD CLATTERBONES SHIFTING STONES ON THE BLACK HORIZON WHERE NARY A TOAD MAY CROAK I FOUND DRY BONES (BENEATH THE SAND) I MADE AN OSSUARY OF SCATTERED REMAINS (AMONGST THE DEAD) AT PALMDALE CEMETERY I REFLECT ON A MOMENT OF ANGER YOU WENT FROM HERO TO COWARD TO MAKE STILL THE BREATH OF A CHILD CRUSHING WEIGHT OF THE STYGIAN BLACK NOW I REMEMBER SIGNIFICANT ERAS OF LIFE AND HOW I EVOLVED BOY AND A DESERT ROSE STRANGLED IN ANGER TRAMPLED TO DUST TRAMPLED DOWN INTO THE SAND SMASHED LIKE THE MAN AND THE SPOTTED MARE UPON THE TRAIL, SUREFOOTED AND CALM FELLED BY A WASP, DESCENDED TO DEATH (DEATH) ALL CAN SEE THAT THESE CUTS STILL BLEED I SLUMBERED UPON THE DECEASED IN THE SAFETY OF DARKNESS I PUT MY HAND ON THE BLACK STONE HORSESHOE WHERE EMERY AND WHIRLY LAY AMIDST DECAY, STILL TO THIS DAY AS IF NOTHING HAS CHANGED YET ALL OF THE PAIN REMAINS I FOUND DRY BONES (BENEATH THE SAND) THEY’VE MADE ME OH SO WEARY OF ALL THAT REMAINS (WITHIN MY HEAD) OF PALMDALE CEMETERY
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Mumbles 04:39
SUBCONSCIOUSNESS, SO FAR FROM HERE AT THE EXPANSE WHERE SUNS GO TO EXPIRE MUTTERING MAN, PLEASE NOT HEAR ME THOUGH IT IS YOU TO WHOM SPEAK. THE SANDS OF TIME THEY HAVE REVEALED A CRESCENT AND HARVEST MOON NOW IN APHELION AT THE PEAK OF MY DARKEST THOUGHTS WHERE HIS MUMBLES CAN ALWAYS BE HEARD A STATE WHERE GODS, NOR DEVILS, LIE ABOVE AND BELOW DON’T INTERCEDE A MAN AND HIS LOATHING THE ANNALS OF TIME WILL NOT CONCEAL A WRETCHED AND BITTER FOOL LONG SINCE TELLURIAN UNDERNEATH ALL MY DARKEST THOUGHTS WHERE HIS MUMBLES CAN ALWAYS BE HEARD A PLACE WHERE GODS AND DEVILS HIDE ABOVE AND BELOW DON’T INTERCEDE THE WOLF AND IT’S PREY SUBCONSCIOUSNESS, SO FAR FROM HERE AT THE EXPANSE WHERE SUNS GO TO EXPIRE MUTTERING MAN, PLEASE NOW HEAR ME FOR IT IS YOU TO WHOM SPEAK. THE SANDS OF TIME THEY HAVE REVEALED A CRESCENT AND HARVEST MOON NOW IN APHELION AT THE PEAK OF MY DARKEST THOUGHTS WHERE HIS MUMBLES CAN ALWAYS BE HEARD THE ANNALS OF TIME WILL NOT CONCEAL A WRETCHED AND BITTER FOOL LONG SINCE TELLURIAN UNDERNEATH ALL MY DARKEST THOUGHTS WHERE HIS MUMBLES CAN ALWAYS BE HEARD
4.
A BROKEN MAN WITH A THOUSAND-YARD STARE STANDING IN THE RAIN WATER MASKING TEARS ALWAYS ALONE AND HEAD HUNG LOW THIS TORTURED SOUL IS OLD BEYOND HIS YEARS CHAINED LIKE A WRAITH PINNED LIKE AN INSECT ALL OF HIS HOPES AND DREAMS FLOWING LIKE MUD THROUGH THE DIRT WONDERING HOW TO CONTINUE ON AND WHEN WILL THESE WOUNDS EVER HEAL? "Battle not with monsters, lest ye become one And stare not into the abyss, for it will stare back into you" A LESSON NEVER TAUGHT A LANGUAGE NEVER LEARNED CRAWLING INTO THE WARMTH OF THE DARKNESS DRAGGING HIM DOWN WORDS OF CONCERN UNHEARD DEATH IS WRITTEN ACROSS HIS BROW FOCUSED ON HOW HIS LIFE WILL END BEYOND ALL REACH NOW ALLOWING THE DARKNESS TO SINK IN THROUGH SO MUCH HATRED THROUGH ANGER AND DESPAIR A MIND AND SOUL BRUISED AS BADLY AS HIS BODY A CONSTANT PRESSURE BENDS HIS SPINE, HIS WILL HIS EYES ARE TIRED THEY LONG FOR RELEASE WITH TEARS THEY FILL ENOUGH OF THE SUFFERING TOO MUCH ENDURED ENOUGH OF THE SUFFERING!
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I’m suffering My grasp on the world Slips and I can’t hold Clung to reality of who I once was But thoughts are not clear The man preceding me He is unknown Reaching A state of paralyzing fear Diminishing life Escapes my chest Gluttonous laughter Inhales my every hope Dare not let me expire Horror Neck gripped ever so lightly Look into my eyes Remember the fire Extinguishing There's no returning from this Boiling over Like a lake of molten lead I remember the day You took my breath away Take it all away Remembering Violence I recall More than I can take Clung to dignity and what I now hide Loathing to be alive I stare back into me And wish to die Petulance You were my angel and Antichrist Unequipped to satiate The children that you’ve given life He loved to hear my breath run still He loved to save me for next time Horror Being stripped of humanity Shackles on the mind Forever it burns Now do you see? There is no returning from this Hate-bound Under cloven hoof The virago wench silenced Her horror sustains you The virago wench stands idly by The only beacon of false hope Upon these desecrated sands

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released May 9, 2022

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