




Tattoo’s appeared. Curious he let it go on.
Flesh moving with a serpent’s coils across his abdomen.
The clown’s eye opened on an ancient tower curled round his neck,
Where the monkey man swung upon the vine turning
And turning into a woman’s scream upon his buttocks.
The story of the world slowly unfolded. The barcodes of a sex toy
Erased the history of the Renaissance. No one knows why
But the island sank, and some surmise it was the bad ink
That dripped into his veins when the open sea of sores popped on his nose.
He offered her a dream voyage into the mystery of his primal rage,
But she knew better than to follow him into that rising sun’s bloody haze.
The world is fading now, turning gray. The prospects of change have changed.
Travel agents have bargained with him for new destinations.
The edgelands of his bony scalp have thickened to the storm of memories now.
Even the arresting officer commented on the weather patterns
Drifting on the sea of his cracked skull. At the funeral the tattoos started fading.
So too did the landscapes of our earthly life. Now a uniform darkness covers all.
©2021 S.C. Hickman
Very nice. Out of curiosity, have you read The Nightwatches of Bonaventura? (Ligotti recommended)
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I need to, but not yet.
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I think you would enjoy it. A short read in terms of pages, but densely packed with ideas, imagery, and allusions. I hope your book on Ligotti will one day come to fruition. I find your insights into his work rewarding. It would be nice to have them in book form.
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