Doompunk Dispatch

Tag: acid poetry

  • Word Begets Image

    [Originally published on I Have That On Vinyl] “Word Begets Image, and Image Is Virus.” I first heard those words on a CD called The Elvis of Letters, which I snatched for ten bucks from the old Amoeba Music on Sunset. I had made a habit of buying cheap discs in the hopes of jolting myself…

  • Delicious Lysergic Doom

    Title tale of the book, DRIPPY TRIPPY DOOM. We arrived at the church late into the night. Peering up, I appraised the wooden structure. Abandoned years ago when apocalyptic Lutherans were driven out of the basin by the Tongva, it had fallen into disrepair. A century of high desert winds had gifted the teetering steeple…

  • Parasitic Obelysk

    Emergent from mist, megalith comes into hue. Like a coral column stretching impossibly high in to the planet’s thermosphere,  the monster dominates the view. Discerning shapes fluttering a long its exterior, I close in un til the monumen tum makes clearer: Monumen tal structure subsumes all vision, still miles a way. Spot no top. Light gray porous…

  • I Call Them The Orgentry

    They come from  the primordial depths of cytoplasmic seas: Paracystic spores devour our hosts’ cell, Pataphysical flora deflowers our souls in odious fluoride, Pharmakonical megafauna lumbers invisibly overhead and under hill. If you are the blood, they quell the stream. Screaming from darkest corners of nowhere to become something, they will have their fill and…