My Colonized Mind

“Bypass that neurotic ego sense that society creates!”

– Melissa Ulto

suspicion & deception 

detraction & seduction:

limbic noise probe

for opium utopia


low-camp skinner box:



                                                   pain of loss                           fear of failure                           grief & mistrust                           suspicion & deception:                             DO NOT LAND!                           MENTAL QUARANTINE!



Égoïste – Jean-Paul Goude (1990)

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Peter Bies © 2015

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Merger with the Shadow – Part Three

“Fire is a perfect poet.”

Edgar Saltus


speak: tactical monolog 

lose wait

correct the timing of lies

split the day 

& finding & reading ate

bone clocks

to own a world in prose 

become yr/own

secret world pure flesh 

& poets blow 

technique of loneliness

better parents 

first critic’s fear of life

shivering angel 

emblazoned in no time

but form



Merger with the Shadow

“Beloved imagination, what I most like in you is your unsparing quality.”

– André Breton, Manifesto of Surrealism (1924)





black pit red lite open eyes
time to punish y/r disciples:
unspeakable mysteries
of the antithetical flesh —
frantic mode rage of society

maze mind the old & open
& upon the 6th listening
u sell y/r space-time elsewhere:
dream up the shape of
the liquid flesh!

true knowledge from
a merger w/the shadow
a blow to your head –
visceral dreaming
of the knot world! 


 & the Mad Poet cried:


Read me angel & remove
the guilty knowledge of my sins –
my craven crime & desire!

Read my leehead like & wholesale!
Ourselves revise the coming time –
blood contact vision in deviant eyes!



Peter Bies © 2014

What Games to Play

“It is a difficult business, no doubt, to get any fun out of existence; but at least it is not impossible.”

– Aleister Crowley


A voice floated down to me.

“Let’s decide what games to play

& how to settle arguments.”

“Come to pay me.”

“My honour.”

Something patted me on the shoulder.

“I can tell you secrets.”

Remembering the old ways,

I’d go for my own kin.

“I hate spiders.”






Peter Bies © 2014