Midnight

I wanted to write about the night sky. Here you go.

Harakiri ceremonies are the exodus of pestilence

Echoes of vesicular barricaded marionettes

The texture of resurrections requiem

The tasteful defloration of intestinal devastation

The oasis of hecatomb blooming ludicrous

Illuminating lunar communion amusing crucifix

Off the distance of the sun

An infinite riffling rippling chrysalis

Of the monolithic omnipotent eclipse

Christened on God’s smiling lips

The thundercloud tongue

The homunculus of the abyss

The heartstring hymns of oblivion’s wings

The obsidian tinge of white-black twins

Scimitar photosynthesis dripping

From the synapses of catastrophe

Emasculated telepathic sacrilegious

Payment from the raiments articulations

Reincarnated garments

Wearing the stars’ remains of pomegranate seeds

Speckled in sepulchre

In my daydreams bleed continually

Every syllable screams streams

In frequencies of Olympian symphonies

Crippling by the distance of bioluminescent pianists

Contamination with the apparition

Of sainthoods hatred hung by the wayside sown to gateways

Embracing agathion to hell’s lazy gates

In the cerebellum of fates godhoods’ mitochondria

Vomiting onomatopoeia’s slick with seasick Elysium

Freedoms demonized vilified silence of visionary’s soliloquy,

My solitary abominations confined asylums alabastrine sirens

Buried depths decrepit pharaohs of canaries

And marionettes playing the heretics game

Like a clarinetists’ feathers of embryos’ chrome xylophone

Transcendent metallurgy pendant

Bent into Armageddons’ wedding ring

To Abbadon’s sabbatical hallelujah matted

With the cataclysms of my own throne looming gratuitous

As I sit amidst the tongue-twisters of tornado halos

Of these maleficent delusional plumerias

Thoughts bearing heritage of the Farris wheels’ delirium

This unfortunate metamorphosis

Of totalitarian escalation to excavating the clockwork

Psychotropic apocalyptic gospels

Of phosphorus obelisks opalescent

Renegades night-stalkers of Ragnarok

Shades of doppelgänger greys on the colours

Sunkissed homunculus summoners

Unravelling amaranthine underworlds

Fossilized apostles steampunk umbra asunder

Shouting down the heavens of severed wings

In the name of a benevolent God

The elegant malevolence

The devils of the highest spires, choirs of a diabolic Everest

Frolicking spreading revelation’s petrification

Of the emerald sentinels of an ebony renaissance

Of monstrous constellations undaunted

Swallowing Holocaust in the gothic mouth

Of creation’s orchestrated devastation

The sarcophagus of catholicism’s kaleidoscope harlequin requiem

The exodus of rhymic sins grinning cinnabar

The scars of a nightsky dining on midnight’s torso

The forests of unborn mitosis

God’s Valkyries of a valedictorian cornucopia  

Shallow shadows castles in the alabaster quicksands

Shapeshifting through the ripples in times’ reasonless rhyme

Violet iris of isolated pupil of moonlit crubible

Island on the horizon of a violin

The forging of metamorphosis the gourd of worlds

The torment, the formless torrent of will

To bear fruit entangled in the branches of a hanging tree

The canvas of the womb

Painted in its off-colour-blind kaleidoscope

Hanging by a thread above the endless oceans of ink

Not yet widowmaker of midnight

Not yet beautiful

Not yet fuller than the sun

Hidden behind wallpaper cuts of peeled skin

Unravelling a bullet in the chamber of a gun

A Poltergeist's Apple

Sometimes I stumble over the balaclava of night

Like a ragdoll wearing a pretty dress

The ballerina of stars dancing a death waltz

With the waves of clouded minds deep inside my heart

Sometimes the words are offtune squeals of the bow of a violin over flesh

I hear the sound of a pig rolling around in the muddy horizon

The foggy empty sky masking the sun’s presence

Sometimes the light does not reach me

Because I am too far down the tunnel to care anymore

A shadow who became so much more

Than a man hiding behind another man’s reflection in the sun

Grief is the price we pay for love

I do not grieve for the ones who could not love me

And so my eyes are dry whisky

Are an hourglass filled with the sands of time

The storm in the clearing of a half-full heart

The balcony of words that built me up to be so much more than a foundation

Towering above the night

Somewhere between the dark and light twilight of a purple haze

Come and catch me if you can

On the comets of a fist

On the meteorites in my eye sockets

Come and catch me if you can

I am a fallen star

Do not wish upon me

I will give you no more than you took from me

I only pay my fines

I don’t invest in the generosity of others

I know the betrayal of all my brothers

Rising against me

As I sink into the cold ground

And sprout wings

To be picked like a common weed

So they can fly so close to the sun

That their cold hearts will melt

And I will pick their ribcages clean

Lay my birds nest there

And continue my honest walk on eggshells through the halls of solitude

The limbo of midnight, is a kingdom of rivers

The winding tongue draped in candles

As if the slightest touch of wind or water ice-skating on the waves between worlds

Could extinguish all hope

And you will burn out someday too

I promise you

I have also learned to walk the tightrope of a knife

Don’t try to cut through the night

Shadows bleed black

That is all we are

Shadows cast aside by light

Nobody wants you

We fade in number in the daylight

We suffer as one for the bride of midnight when she dawns upon us

We are the absence of the sun, hiding in broad daylight

We are not to be seen, so turn our backs on our other selves

Connected only as the silhouette of flesh, puppets of blood's symmetry

And if there were to be just light

We would disappear

One by one, like fallen stars from the sky

And I would be alone all over again

In the white gaze of poltergeist

Shadows shaved, elongated by scythe dress my features in platinum

Satin afterimages of him

Could never reach up to the outstretched arms of her

Consuming the red Rorschach, the apple of my hurricane's eye

The withered core of all the labour of these dangling roots touching yours

Holding you in the hammock of my branches

My poison tree, my apple core, a voided dream, a shackled roar

We cry together

Fallen leaves like pins and needles digging through arteries of dirt

The dreadnought of my emotions taking form into a monster

For a memory reborn that I left on the shelf sometime before man was a beast

Like a neon phoenix born from the nebula's crescendo of spare parts and embryos

A delicate flower at the bottom of the well that took root in my stained-glass heart

Drowning in the darkness of a limbo between you and I

In a sanctuary of notes gone roselike, taking form from my journal

Into the stem of a ballpoint pen, with a paper rose of auburn petals as the cold wind bends

The pieces of you I have left spiralling into beautiful songs of origami

 

 

Author's Note

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