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THE CITY INSIDE HIM

$8 • ACCORDIAN FOLD ZINE

THE CITY INSIDE HIM

$8 • ACCORDIAN FOLD ZINE

The City Inside Him: The Piazza is a visual poem which unfurls from a cover with a unique interlocking tentacle closure. Inspired by the work of H. P. Lovecraft and based upon a poem of the same name by the illustrator, this zine is the first in series detailing life, sex, and ritual in an impossibly decadent milieu.

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The City Inside Him: The Piazza is a visual poem which unfurls from a cover with a unique interlocking tentacle closure. Inspired by the work of H. P. Lovecraft and based upon a poem of the same name by the illustrator, this zine is the first in series detailing life, sex, and ritual in an impossibly decadent milieu.

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Anchored in rugae and covered in slime
The city inside him exists out of time
And so do the people who fall from his throat,
Who are gathered by oarsmen with lanterns and boats.

Their bodies are floated like logs to the shore
Where they pile in the sand and the foam and the gore.
The ones who can stand make their way down a road
While the rest are dismantled and sorted with goads.

The survivors are led to a garden of filth
There’s a sign on the gate that reads “Do What Thou Wilt”
Each pilgrim is cleaned before they’re set free,
They are guided through fields of anemone.

They emerge from the sting and they wander inside
Every blemish and stain has been scoured from their hide
And each new arrival, who freedom bewitched,
Sets out in the city to find their own niche.

Meanwhile, the fodder left floating outside
is processed and packaged, repurposed and dyed.
Its made into food or stripped for spare parts
To replace what is damaged at play in the dark.

Shoggoth are kept there as grim referees
To keep everyone young and control the disease,
As the citizens play in the brine flooded streets
Running mad with each other and then stopping to eat

Or to be stitched together by old Mi-Go quacks
Bits of shoggoth donated to fill in the cracks
Or to augment a person in myriad ways
So that no one is bored and that everyone stays.

Some of them sleep and some of them can’t
Some learn from the old ones to grumble and chant
Some ride the shoggoth and cut down their kin
And then rest for a while and start over again.

It is useless to list each excess of lust
Each violent act, each meaningless thrust
It is only important that everyone’s free
In a holocaust of ecstasy.

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$8 • 5.25″ x 2.5″  • ACCORDION FOLD ZINE • OPENS TO 18″ X 5.25″

about the artist

Jeremy Gaulke is the founder of APEP Publications and the editor of APEP Magazine. He is an illustrator, bookmaker, and writer living in rural Maryland with his wife and two small dogs.