58 Days until Halloween


58 Days Until Halloween


"Booth died blind and still by faith he trod / Eyes still dazzled by the ways of God"

-Vachel Lindsay, "General William Booth Enters into Heaven"


(T)R(ICK)EPENT!!! OR (T)R(EAT)EPENT!!! HALLOWEENELUIAH!!! Crashing cymbals and jangling harps spout from the loudspeakers like gushing blood from a Halloween prop. Fr ZBRNL5 clutches his beads and begins to sing: "Oh praise him, praise him, praise him, for he hath saved us, saved us, saved us. When he came back to life / back to life / back to life // We knew that he was Jesus the Christ / the Christ / the Christ" He succumbs to a coughing fit and crosses himself while frowning up at the livestream webcam ready to shadowbox the uninvited infilitrators. What sinister people are watching this video eucharist. The congretation repeats after him, onethronged voice babbling garbling, reveling. Zombie metamorphoses and demonic soul-evacuations swirl in the videogame atmosphere of the megachurch like Silent Hill 2006 barbed wire tentacles oo gnarly. Only in the omniscient mind of god these perseverations and apparitions make some typa sense. Only god can flatten deviations and smooth the crabgrass of imperfect skincare coating material bodies like the shroud of an Egyptian mummy part rotted headwound blotto. God is salve to the broken-hearted, the gender troubled, the inelegantly wounded, those poor in spirit, those arrogantly solopsistic or vengefully psychotic. God is meaning for those who have fallen into nihilism, that's what they tell me. So I calmly relax my brainstem even as my imagination blows my brains out and I listen to Christian audiobooks on all fours bowed down to deadgod just hoping to fit_in. Oozing pop music to comfort the slugspine I squeeze out the bubbles... Partygirl, my books have stains all my clothes are ratty my books are shredded to alloverwall collage each bit of meaning like a hummingbird bringing a miniscule scrap of lifevest to my perforated drunkenboat. The humming that rises from the deep eating my sorethroatsigils pronounced all at once deepgutbreath with lips focused queercore belly sliced barbedwire telekenitically snaked out by the darkchild, but the almighty grasped with an archangel's grip, darkly, prank the horde, each puffy lip poised from a wasp's sting deathpunch dictated by a goateed scorpion which issues the chant of the heart sutra's glowing crystal, email mary full of snakes we are all connected you and me and I and you and they and them and his and hers and positive and negative echoed into the deepwell of ringed eyes zeroing the datashark suicidally subjectivated. allbuddha nullbuddha rocking backandforth buddha backandforth humhum on the edgeofthebed edgeofthebed. ho ho ho headshot ahem ahum.


[the above is excerpted from WIP "MEGACHURCH" all rights reserved James Krendel-Clark 2024]




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