Oliver Baer ~ #94

There’s lightning in the western lands
A rumble in our sheets
The electricity becomes static
Friction from ourobouros days dangling
The hangman waits to cinch the slipknot of time
His pillowcase mouth sounds from the depths
A sunken city of the crimson night painted
With the shadow of the gibbet
The end of our rope unfrayed
Our spasmodic swing dance ends
He cuts us down
Throws us in the swamp
Sacrifices to an arcane idol in the anoxic twilight
A femur’s writhing sinewy mass reaches out to us
Baboons jabber knowingly
Falcons judge a land of bones
Jackals junk the parts to the four corners
Feeding the crawling chaos
In the place of dead roads
The noose of responsibility tightens still
Asphyxiating our souls’ magnificence seven times over
Lightening our load the spark dwindles
Decay’s dust passing with the storm

 

Oliver Baer does many things, most of them in NYC. He was the editor of Cthulhu Sex Magazine and Two Backed Books. His epistolary novel, Letters to the Editor of Cthulhu Sex Magazine, was published in October 2019. His stories have appeared in April Grey’s anthologies as well as others. His essays have been on blogs as well as books. His poetry has appeared in The Brooklyn Rail, Birds Fall Silent in the Mechanical Sea, Cthulhu Sex Magazine, Horror Between the Sheets, Horror Writers Association Poetry Showcase Vol. II and other publications. His book of poetry and photographs, Baer Soul, came out in 2011. His CD of poetry set to music, Gathering Souls, which came out in 2013, spawned a biannual poetry set to music show A Conclave of Baer. He has been heard on radio for the experimental improvisational music show “Improbable Confetti”. He is visible using the virtual spectrum of social media by following him on Twitter https://twitter.com/obaer and/or Facebook https://www.facebook.com/obaer3 Much of his work can be found at http://tentacularity.wordpress.com