Blood-Black Heaven Fantasies (AI art)

Here’s another piece of AI-generated art inspired by my poem “Blood-Black Heaven Fantasies.” The art was generated by using the program, Night Cafe. Here’s the text from the poem:

Hunger rips my insides
My stomach explodes with shame
I shouldn’t have done that back there
Making the public believe their savior is a counterfeit and he’s really out to extinguish the cells in their tiny brains
Out here, in the wilderness, my dreamscape is abandoned
Yet, it’s full of the blackness and dirt of galaxies
Dark matter, everywhere, clouding my eye sockets
And burning up the skies with auburn alien lights
Those meteors are not naturally caused phenomena
They are celestial divinations manifested from our persecution complex
Judgment days on summer nights, firefly obsession
The insects cover us all and puncture our leathery skin
And the sky opens and dumps buckets of blood rain
It smells like the fatal sins of Saint Francis
And these black-blood drops of liquid taste like outlawed heavens
That I saw in the dreams of the dead children
We never stop dreaming, hoping for our illusions to be realized
But once we get there, it’s so cold and hostile
That we wish the demon deities would let us go back
Heaven is right here! Come get your salvation!
I’m selling it for only $29.99, and you get a free trial
Cancel any time, stream your pornographic paradise straight to your mind
That’s what the dead want, just to be close to us
And cuddle our warm bodies at nightfall