Photography © Chad Parenteau
As Cities Suck
As cities suck neon veins, then pitiful pearled men
Send dogs to Eden, sss, as cities suck xenon, then bladed bellmen ring
Fishmen, and ah, when once old ashes dress a sleeve, then swings
Side from green sand, ssss
And hashes hear jeering jacked men turning hands
And lashed laid Man hears dolled demonic rams
Raiding Rama from an old moon, sss
In the shadows of the night, where whispers turn to screams
I see the ghosts of yesteryears, haunting all my dreams
O, as I jack my fathers, then the echoes start to fade
But in the silence of the dark, our memories invade
Closed porators cut silk potatoes when
Slashed mental tomatoes rend
Bummed bled juices, uhh
O, as I jack my fathers then I will rise
Roved rodeos where loud graves
DIE, DIE, DIE!
As cities suck neon veins, then pitiful pearled men
Send dogs to Eden, sss, as cities suck xenon, then bladed bellmen ring
Fishmen, and ah, when once old ashes dress a sleeve, then swings
Side from green sand, ssss
And hashes hear jeering jacked men turning hands
And lashed laid Man hears dolled demonic rams
Raiding Rama from an old moon, sss
Eyes blink as blind dust feeds fast fists to wombs
And, lo, I am entombed where hard lips swoon
And sex has a saw for its dance
And eyes hear a door- sssss…
When once I died then Christ lied.
Jim Bellamy was born in a storm in 1972. He studied hard and sat entrance exams for Oxford University. Jim has a fine frenzy for poetry and has written in excess of 22,000 poems. Jim adores the art of poetry. He lives for prosody.
Chad Parenteau is Associate Editor of Oddball Magazine.