IA Poem by R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)I wrote this poem while away from home. I'm happy with the result.I Biomechanical Albion Symbiotic sovereignties androgynous Bottomless marionette recollections Chasing the weaponized perfections exoskeleton Melancholy like the hill of umbilical cords not even born Etherial onomatopoeia Of infatuated Cleopatra Immaculately sacrificial Promiscuous ventriloquist Pulling the strings of death-bringers soliloquy Shadowed by hallelujah shrouded Gilgamesh Of Armageddons methamphetamine anagram anthologies Of celestial amnestics Reflecting on the resurrection of renegade hatred In a ruthless plague of rag-dolls Of acupuncturist homunculi Of pushpin vigilante incubator Of Mother Nature’s glacier Irrigated marionettes pirouette the stumbling jugular Voluptuous stomach mumbling annunciations Gluttony insufferable in the undertow of pheromones Comatose to the motion of the waves That braid the fluctuations of fluorescent ectoplasmic spectres From the wreckage of endocrine Beneath the surface of the epidermis Surgical splurging of spliced glucagon Rifling psychically intertwining rhymes Unwinding Frankenstein serpentine alignment Of skyscrapers On the pondering mitochondria’s hell-spawn legato Monotonous to the triceratops apocalypse Of oculus rift bliss of virtuoso Aloaca shapeshifting the Big Dipper’s omnipotence Homonyms fondling kilometres Of augmenting cemetery chariots To malaria’s hysterically paradoxical helicopters Dropping the words like flies Regurgitated psychotropic velociraptors Telepathic synapses Capturer of absentminded sciences Writhing through the cytoplasm Of clementines made the schizophrenic endeavour Of the ecliptic renaissance of tonsillitis Like a tidal fire hydrant of wyvern’s livelihood Of diaphragms flamboyant recoil And ricochet rhythmic primitive aneurisms Of inhibition’s prism vivid lividity prison of tranquillity Take quill quelling melodies from melancholy conduits Of the clockwork of my van-ocular vernacular I harbour my doubts Cry myself a river Waiting to set sail, a vessel And anchor in a sanctuary of my soul In a watery grave like buried treasure, Where I can drown my sorrow, in my reflection Like a fish out of water A disembodied monster of frenzied energy, Possessing consciousness, A battle cry to be exorcised, purified immaterial I Am no longer just a cage called a cell Though the apple of the I doesn't fall far from the tree I am more than just the sum of my partisans I am more than the depths of my negligence, under bodies of water made flesh castaways Holding on to life's roots like decapitated asterisks a raft isolated on the endless pale void page I am the embodiment of free will imprisoned within myself to explore the world discharged from the wombs asylum When I'm on borrowed time, should I not take every minute, your second guessing? Resting my wary I, the retina is just another looking glass in a cathedral of sunlight and long cascading shadows In a blink of an I, and the eternity of us is the homage of life's kaleidoscope, and city of colour I am therefore I am, or rather, through us, have become I © 2019 R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)Author's Note
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Added on August 11, 2019Last Updated on December 27, 2019 Tags: I AuthorR.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)Burlington, Halton, CanadaAboutMost of my poems can be differing lengths depending on the time you want to spend reading them. You can avoid reading anything brackets, or read it all. If you want an in-between, you can read only th.. more..WritingRelated WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
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