Bright Flash and Shriek Strips

In just 50 years
those of us still living our eyes
will bulge out from our skulls
with a surface like that of a fly
with its green sheen and adjustable brightness
hardwired into our vision then controlled
remotely by the bald tips of their scaling fingers

Memories of daylight filter in
through shade from across a narrow room
with graying faux-brown floors and clinic-white
walls of blank expression with narrow slotted windows
and a fire extinguisher on the far end
toward a high-paneled ceiling with fluorescent strips
exposing and expressing currents
in imperfections on the floor

Shit and food flow through tubes
while lights and sounds speak to display
lines and shrieks of a new kind of rapture
and the widening pupils in our eyes
look back through black holes as vacant as
the space between this bold frontier
and the galaxy we came from

The vessels in our eyes racing
to deliver and distribute blood modified in the heart
and salinized in the brain devouring content
fed and regurgitated by the annals of human history
then coded into newly developed DNA

MM
8.12.2025

Breeched Idol

I don’t want this breeding in me
bulging eyes turn hemorrhaging
when you can’t look the other way
dead weight carves out vacant space

Here is a script you’re born out of
eyes glued white sheets drawn down
the blank mask choking their airways
undressing their wounds

What is not done in thy name
in punishment for their suffering
corrupt the course and raze the faith
your status idol purity

Give birth to a vision you’re part of
acted out on your behalf
blank face expressing your terror
waging worship

Here is a script that you’re part of
its tentacles can’t be outrun
consumed and fed and exorcized
it’s never owned

I don’t want this breeding in me
I don’t want this breeding in me
I don’t want this breeding in me
I don’t want

MM
8.12.2025

On The Sidewalk (W2)

 

   Inputs ingrained

in shit-stained outlines

leaving their marks

on the sidewalk long

past the date of our expiration

 

   Magnetized parameter

pushed toward center collapse

of reason when given

space to splay its wares

in pressing display

grasped through an orifice

fully formed and grappled

 

   In-traffic enlightenment

full-stop meditations on high

arresting volume

of violent collision

with metal on metal

intersected or crashing against

an opaque window

bruised and brushed dust

stirred at the edges

 

   Vampire bats encircling

helicopters and beams

of God’s grace

on the sidewalk

spotlight down

unholy white scalpel

its custom handle

etched with my initials

and date of birth

 

MM

3.31.2025

Accident Witness Notes (W1)

 

This view collision
schism seeing or seen
shaped by mirrors
escaping formation

Its pitch shifting
echo faded reason
recreating recesses
within weeks

Surfacing face saved
precision fading
shading uncertainty
brushed bruised gray

Hints of blue blood
calm conscious
contrast veins
risen ridges in stark light

Sickness displayed
resigned in knots
common culmination
in twisted fate

MM – 3.23.2025

Ghosts in the Ether

 

The only reference point you have right now
is the state that things are in

A pool drains down
to a point where brown water
leaves vegetation lines
on bleached concrete

I heard it described
that this hand was dealt cold-fisted
from the bottom of the deck

Some had overplayed it
although they may have just been ghosts
in the ether

Saturday morning cartoons
are context to others’ understanding
of the smoke that marks
this fire

Spiral vision is a landscape
sketched in a path
from the cornea
to the frontal lobe

It turns in on the user
driving its knife through the heart
of the matter

Sketched outlines of white light
simply illuminating blank black space
magnified and brought forth
into an immediate void

or ocean waves awash
in dreams lining the tides
of your stomach

MM 6.2024

The First Few Minutes of Into The Wild

 

Raised letters on steel plates
bolted tiny corners
bottoms of railroad cars
tracks like stitches laid
across snowy wilted wilderness

their division never rejoins
imprints wedged on land
like stitches reunite
frayed tendons
or severed skin

more like body modification
on this day so drastic
a stark contrast
to white-out sky
or prickly bristles
hinting in the snow

raised letters across metal
signs blood dripping
making fresh indentions in the snow
tracking whereabouts
marking fresh prey
slipping from one vessel
to further destinations

excavating an endpoint
division eschewed
division driving outcome
despite itself
its final resting place
arrived at honestly
through flawed means
alone

MM 1.3.2024

Apocalypse, Ongoing

string of asterisks

  uninterrupted
splayed in shadowed bold text
 italicized
 
pressed for eternity
  the key
flows across space
 into format
 
next line
  adds emphasis
prologue paralysis
 stark contrast
 
characters don’t adjoin
  but you know
a lifted finger
 brings an end
 
punctuation
  draft continuum
documentation
 of a line
 
enclosing circle
  existence
retrofits
 cruel cycle
 
MM 12/2024