Tuesday, May 19, 2015

Hey if anyone is interested in reading my geometric paranormal symphonic long poem Chant of the Nether-Spheres email me 

chrismoranimal AT gmail






Enemy (2013)


when the pull of the deep is irresistible
it ensnares us, to not allow ourselves to sink
into the true depths of our being, where death awaits us
the duplicated horror of being
a parasite, devoured by the cruel
sexual spider           as a portal to Dracula
dreams become a way to penetrate our inner horror
to divulge the total nothingness of the anti-cosmos
the ominous skyline shatters what is already shattered
craters in the psychic landscape mar the twinned shadows
coalescing at a subtle level
where parasitic devourers claim godhood
the subtle spider clinging to the spirit
as a way to interrupt exploration
monsters of the id
monsters of the subconscious
excite the low tone atoms
as a connoisseur of oblivion
well-versed in the inner workings
of complete vacuity
the hobgoblin of consistency
consciousness is the cancer
the driving force behind
wounds without a body

Sunday, February 15, 2015

Friday, January 30, 2015



An excerpt from my book-length poem Chant of the Nether-Spheres appears in the new eccolinguistics

Tuesday, July 15, 2014



I'm inside an arena. I'm here with a friend to see a pro wrestling event. We are wandering down strange and angular hallways but we just get more and more lost. We end up in a room where people are buying guns, combat knives, and weird military apparel. We look intently at the merchandise. We marvel at strange alien camouflage where the patterns of colors are moving, as if they are sentient. At some point we learn that we are on the second floor of this structure. We have access to the second and third floors of this arena but the first floor is oddly inaccessible. It is impossible to exit. We want to leave but we are unable to. At some point I become separated from my friend and I am wandering down weird and angular hallways by myself. The ceilings are incredibly high. This is visually similar to The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari but more expansive and alien. I enter and exit strange looking doors. I walk down a very long hallway that is like a cold and sterile version of the Versailles Hall of Mirrors. At some point I enter an ancient cathedral. It is very dark and everything is covered in dust. I feel alone and this is when I start to get really lucid. As I step into this weird cathedral I am blasted by an enormous gust of wind. This is really extreme hurricane-style wind. I feel my hair getting blown by the wind and large gusts of air are entering my mouth. This is unimaginably vivid and my perception of this event is so intense, so strong that it felt as real as any gust of air I have ever felt. Huge concentrated currents of air enter my mouth and then I open my eyes.

Wednesday, July 9, 2014



A new poem appears in the new Zoomoozophone Review