Faces

Just a poem I had fun with. This is something that came to me last night, but I wasn't sure I was finished with it. So I continued this morning, and here it is.

 

I lost my sense of direction

 

Fell through the cracks of the sidewalk

 

The horizon a spiralling kaleidoscope writhing under maestros of

 

Vilifying skyscrapers lactescent and deafening

 

Questions of maleficent entropy

 

Centipede remedies cryogenic

 

Balancing on the board of a cable primordial

 

Dangling ammunition partitioned

 

Apartheid’s transmogrified iris

 

Opening eyelids pandora’s chlorophyll

 

Crisscross the unboxing of apocalypse

 

The gift of the present

 

To be a toy of tomorrow

 

Thrown away when broken

 

From cornucopia’s dystopia

 

Opium’s cloaca mutilations

 

Articulations serrated palpations of

 

Watercolour mixing with the paint of a heartbeats’ wraith

 

And the satin Avalon

 

Of hypnotic Molotov’s diabolical Catholicism

 

Grovelling at the foot of buried mountains

 

Like a lost hiker

 

Wishing to climb the clouds

 

Into the bowels of heaven

 

Every step skyward lilac diamonds

 

Violet rioting islands in the calloused hands of malice, of man

 

Shambling phantasmagorical

 

Thorns of rosebuds’ rigour Mortis

 

Orchards of scarecrow marigolds

 

Unfolding mortified butterflies of the red wine sign language

 

Serpentine ripe with the crisis

 

Of life’s ichor

 

Trickling from the lips of photosynthesis

 

Eclipsing history’s vicious blistering cycle

 

Chasing the fairy-tales of maelstroms like a dog in a meadow

 

Armageddon’s of metallurgical hurricanes

 

Murmur virgin Mary’s of hara-kiri blackberries

 

Bearing suns of a sky filled

 

With celestial pestilence enveloping evanescent crepuscular

 

Revenants of the pen and paper

 

Aether of lakes

 

Of liquored pixies drunk on homunculus

 

Chrysalis of schisms prisms chasm crucifixions eucalyptus

 

Luminescent crescent moons

 

Fluid with lunacy smoothing over the grooves of

 

Blooming altocumulus fuchsia

 

Of gloomy translucent luscious

 

Lustrous cusp of the combustion of

 

Nirvana’s polymerization culminating

 

In the hallucinogenic parthenogenesis

 

Building umbilical trilling waterlilies of silky cerulean

 

Withering in the caverns of canvas

 

Drawn from the dazzling lapis lazuli hallelujah

 

Of Valkyries aurora borealis born cello from pastels of cerebellum

 

Hammocks stranded in lavender bangles of jasmine anarchy

 

Disembarking from the hierarchy of martyrdom’s embouchure

 

Bottomless harvest of the armies playing with a full deck

 

Discarded by the hand of God

 

Artists of the grim façade

 

Wear the smiles of the lost cause

 

Crisscrossing the blossom of holocaust

 

In the coffin of Autumn’s condemnation

 

Renovating the maleficent direction

 

Of penance ventricles trickle with the lithium

 

Of omnipotent ammunition paperclipping

 

Licking lips incubus promiscuous with the

 

Stillborn village of amaryllis a guillotine

 

Of Lilith’s soliloquy a pilgrimage of fertility

 

Grovelling Molotov’s of the candelabra’s menagerie

 

Ink-blotting lanterns of phantoms anticipating evisceration

 

The weeping willow-wisp of wickerman

 

Born from the flames of archangel’s manger

 

Mantra’s mandala and ricochet the abyss of polycrystalline cisterns

 

Clawing from the ground

 

Come the pieces of graffitied Elysium a vase of multicoloured puzzles

 

The zigzagging labyrinth

 

The shattered veneers of murals

 

The pavement mosaics of clay faces the gateways shapeless

 

Effigies of Bethlehem’s methamphetamine resurrection

 

The depths of pestilence

 

Venice iridescently phosphorescent

 

Carnivalesquely ecliptic into the bottomless waterways

 

Of sewer grate havens

 

Oasis

 

I find myself spit from the mouth of a stomach beating the stretched drum of

 

A heart in the placid city streets

 

Lemonade resuscitation fellatio through the veins of creation

 

The body of a God of manmade plantations

 

Fluctuating with the lividity of defibrillators

 

Of fruits lucid as the dreams we woke from

 

When the night was but another creature we had yet to be hunted by

 

Wearing the smiles of children with no faces

 

A bedtime story before going back to sleep

 

Walking through the nocturne of an empty street

 

The house of my body’s hallows

 

An open door to lead into the blackness that is unravelling a cappella, a canopy

 

Mine

 

Melancholy-flower of umbrella-quaintly

 

Folded together tethering of words

 

In the downpour of theophoric meteors

 

Hurricanes on the plains of the departed harbingers

 

Hollow spirits of split lips and trees bowing

 

To skies shaken by the stretching tendrils of heavens

 

Deeper than the static Lazarus pit

 

The bristles of picturesque omnipotent cliffs off a visceral abyss

 

Vorpal incorporeal orchestras of voices

 

Coiling around the sound of amalgamation’s mutation

 

In an auburn concert of offkey shinigami

 

Halos of radios trail the braille of a gravel Excalibur malleable as sand in our hands

 

Calloused fingertips that still guitar rip on cables of sable marigolds

 

My heartstrings the only harp that keeps a beat

 

Pull out the city from between my white picket fence teeth

 

Crooked rooks of rhythm birthed to schools of fish warring over plastic reefs

 

Asters leaf within the forest of my hair

 

My knees the crisscross-walks

 

Until I tie the knot when I wear their hearts on my sleeves

 

Prayers to dissed Gods rebuild the docks of a blood-red dream

 

Sailing through screams like a stone don’t bleed

 

Bail and breathe like a jailbird free

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

I promise I read every single review, and I generally will reply to them. I look forward to my next review, because it helps me learn. Even if it's just one word, I promise, I will be happy to hear anything you feel needs sharing. Whenever you write on my shortcomings or breakthroughs, or the themes of my poems, or share ideas and friendly criticism, it decides my next poem to an extent. I will listen, learn and be thankful. And 99% of the time, you'll get a reply unless you're trolling me.

Reviews

[Pete]

yes, faces. damn this is so deep. so much so that i will have to read it multiple times - needs to be digested slowly. you're writing is always as such but this one blows me away. there are so many memorable lines and vivid word combinations. too many to list my favorites. you took me on a walk through a gigantic grey area. makes me wonder about myself and the faces i wear ... :)

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

I'm glad to hear you enjoyed this piece. I'm always improving, so there will be more to come. Thank you for reading!

[Kari Rakitan]

cloaca . . . *giggle* bowels . . . *giggle*

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Kari, I literally used the word fellatio. My dude.

[Kari Rakitan]

Haha! missed that somehow.

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Firstly I love the art
Secondly I’ll need to read this when my brain working
Need caffeine
I’ll put in reading list !!!

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

For sure! :)

[Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)]

You mean me ?

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Sorry Julie, this person has been trying to cyber bully me for a while. Every time I block them, they make a new account

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

I deleted what they said, please just ignore them. I hope this won’t stop you from reading my poetry. :)