Stalematter

A site for writing by James Harris.

Passing Through

Depthlessly gazing through seething lights and glazing eyes,

squandering frail breaths beneath an endless horizon of hidden suns,

like opiate forms entwined with spired and weightless veracity,

pinching the asymptotic abyss in a twinkling sea of deep sky.

Spacemen and the Apex of the Universe

misplaced displays of stolen satellite wisdom,

trickle through their spiral spouts,

left floundering up in the cloudy oceanless sky.

painted on the spherical reflection of their unseeing eye,

the supernovae larvae bubble and eclipse-

into some vast galaxy of unknown proportions,

where flocks of star people blaze endless trails

as interplanetary vessels with violet sails,

drift sweetly into glimmering clouds;

while rainbows of gas and dust bloom,

oxidizing chrome spacesuits into rust.

they float weightlessly through time,

caught in the bowels of space,

in disarray,

they spin and ricochet,

like human boomerangs,

on a trajectory to

the apex

of the

universe.

A Speech From The White King

White King

“Hear ye my brave warriors, hear ye… listen well to my words,

for they may save your very lives and the freedom of our land.

In order to defend against this sea of darkness,

we must follow the path of the light and block the path of the dark.

Be wary warriors, for the shadows of temptation will beckon you forth,

but you mustn’t be seduced by their trickery.

Do not let feelings of anger or hate lead you astray,

for we must stand guard and only strike when necessary!

Never leave the protection of your brothers or your steed,

for your lives depend on them, and they depend on you!

Sacrifices will be made, but fear not my liege,

for if we fall prey to the mercy of the dark,

we shall march onwards and fight to claim our throne,

in the name of our Queen, our Kingdom, and the Holy Spirit!”

first-dimensional limbo

pixel man

lost in some bleak slumber,

pandering delusions of a world devoid of shade,

stark with bliss and bleached joy,

blinding lovers and killers alike;

a place where the sky and the earth collide,

horizons disappear and reappear,

tumbling inwards and outwards,

until there’s nothing more,

nothing less,

no up,

no down,

just here.

minor dischord

broken keys

demystifying darkness with the stroke of a key, 

she sojourns an escape from this bleak poverty;

in some blurred yet distinct reverie

at the doorstep of sempiternal reality.

a fatal glance

something brushes by the hills of ash,

it renders me inert but focused.

the air, viscous with dust, clarifies;

a halo emerges from the umbra,

I stare wistfully,

leaning against hope,

apertures spiralling shut,

hands outstretched in refuge,

but it’s too late.

light bleeds into the circuitry,

overriding all sensations, innervating,

spitting sparks, hissing and crackling,

corroding and corrupting

every artery, every chipset,

melting into sinuous oblivion,

until there is nothing left

but a face; smiling, bewildered.

somewhere nowhere

deep and far below the world we know,

passing through shades of distant hues,

we destroy this moment to form another:

radiant suns draw silhouettes,

shadows bend and pirouette,

in a cumulus entangled sky.

goliaths bloom, float and tumble,

in slow-motion parades.

the far off belch of electricity;

a howling disturbance of dust;

sudden torrential waves of mercury,

cascading into crystal streams,

through caverns and crags

full of ghastly fungi and geological squalor.

suddenly, a breath; a nudge,

a shoulder-parting aura;

blades of razor sharp solar rays

kaleidoscope their way through the stratosphere, 

branding the forever crackling skin

of planet nowhere

eclipses and epilepsy

the ecliptic line of space and time,

is a zodiac crime so sublime,

spiralling inwards, outwards,

over, and through again.

a tragic laughter drenched in tears,

forms ripples in the asphalt.

stars chasing shadows,

loop by other moonlit mirages.

while the body trembles;

the earth remains still.

tectonic plates, 

forks, knives and bones

begin to smash and clatter;

sputtering oil and blood

over a rusty swingset.

eyesockets spew fountains of lava;

while blindness pools into rivers,

a paper swan floats by.