Pen NameA Poem by R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)Proud of this one. From this point on, I will share small bite-sized poems with my larger ones. That way I don't have to have a separate piece just for them. Find them at the bottom of larger poems.
Pen Name
The omnipotent abyss of idiosyncrasies bliss
A symphony’s kiss like the pop of a cyst
Cataclysms given euphemisms
Deprived of the prisms
The sunrise it is hidden
In the megalomaniac Nirvana
Andromeda’s revolver polyphonic monochrome
Of the monotone soma of chromosomes
Flowing through the radio cloaca of
Circulatory oracles of the faceless dissipation of earthquake oasis
Astral pastels of rebellion resonating hatred
Amplifiers of highrise skylines redefine the spine of the man
Shapeshifting eucalyptus eclipse
Icarus drifts through the chrysalis
Polycrystalline ricocheted heaven’s transcendent grip
On the barrel of burgundy a constellation’s grenade of tornado halos
Ellipsis of vicarious marionettes
Sever the femdom’s tendons of malevolence
And bend to the tempo of endlessness tempests
The seraphim ripped my heartstrings out
Just to watch me dangle from them
People willing to climb up the highest cliffs
Find themselves lost among mountains
Just to fall further than a valley
People willing to climb the highest cliffs
Learn to taste the deepest valleys
Don’t you see me?
Burning in a vibrant meadow of heartbreak?
I barf butterflies along with my gut feelings
Stomach mouths that scream obscenities until queasy
Swallow hollow words without fulfillment,
Always full of myself, my body and blood
I can take more than my fill and go hungry for love
Even when I have no appetite to bite the bullet
The chamber of my stomach revolving revolted
I starve in a desert (eagle) full of empty-hearted people
Morsels of the leftover humanity
God’s last meal
The good word tastes terrible
I swallow god’s apathetic prayers
For hunt of flesh on flesh
Nonflesh couldn’t comprehend the taste of
I crave the candied words of a liar
I cradle eggs that break out of their shell
And flower into solitude
Someone who can tell me
I don’t leave a bitter taste in their mouth
Chewing them out until I'm sick
The parts of me that have spoiled, gone bad
Binging on the time crunch
Icing on the cakewalk of the bittersweet-tooth
Of this broken comb’s overbite
Throwing you a bone to suck the marrow from
In our dog eat dog world
You are my flesh and blood
We are a family of mealworms
Innocent smiles always seem to eat dirt
We each share our inkblot hearts
Like a cotton-candy mess of tangled amethyst clouds
We’re all on the same page
Do you know where to draw the line?
Tossing and turning under journals of hurricanes
Blanketing the sky black lit by white light’s slices of poltergeist
Sharpening our wits like a pencil
Printing letters we arrange into sentences
Never worth sharing
Conviction a complicit accomplishment
Shooting hoops in court
With an iron ball hung across my angel wings
Divine judgement
Like jumping through the translucent hoops
Of our double-helixes
Loopholes of trypophobia
Four-leaf clovers all phantasmagorical
So high-spirited every suicide’s note left behind joyously over the moon
The sky’s the limit breaker
Every octave we choirs’ of saints scream hang from
Is low-key silence
Our infinite lives mashed and ground, zero
By the mouth of God’s Ragnarok before the world swallows us whole
Like another wave on a placid beach of post mortems’ gold
With good tidings
Tricked into treatment for a disease you haven’t caught onto
You make me sick
Holding on for dear life
Third times the charm to come fourth everlasting in this place
For the second chances are taking a gamble
Who knows why in the first place
And there are no take-backs in this life
Translating chaos is pure elation’s masturbation
Daring devils into pulling stunts doubling back as doppelgangers
Bending over backwards until I unravel into a spiral of fallen stars
Folding into tsunami’s of origami’s olive garden
Karma’s open jaw
Eat up my empty, you’ll never find fulfillment
Aching Homosapien
First come, first serve the sentence
I’ll give you my word
You gave me a name
Push back the pieces into place and finish the puzzle
Games of fornicating civilizations amputated ravens mosaics of ancient constellations
Water under the bridge the gap in my pothole city street heart
Driving myself crazy on memory lane aisle four cause I’m a mess
Clean myself in holy water and bathe in blues and drink in colours of muse
Wear the dreams of lucid crucifix like a noose of butterflies bruised with loose thread
The blossom of cosmos bottomless as your eyes
The hurricane of flesh you are
The maelstrom of voices you pull towards in morbid orbit’s cornea cornucopia
The death you bred like a beautiful monsoon in the middle of June
Blooming balloons of ballroom doom Kahlua ludicrous
Drunk on power-hungry for more than my heart
Taking a bite out of my apple core
Spitting out my seeds
Burying me in the dirt
Can’t be in your garden
I’m just a weed
I’m going to go drown in the gravel now
And go back to my roots
Soil my clothes under a rusty sunrise
Find another ditch to lie down in
Flower
Under radiator sun
Mechanical animals and iron lungs high-strung on telephone lines divided
And every single word I’ve sung
Annihilated violently repenting for heaven’s centipede
Crawling through halogen’s of solitude’s Molotov goldenrod frolicking gobbledygook
Apocrypha in my eyesockets rockets of velocity blossoming in my anemic brain
Halfway sane
Pathway chains
Aftershave
Pray
Lick clean the slate
And die again
A fireworks
End
Wind up dead and start a trend
Find another silent friend
Pull the trigger by its ligaments
Raze my middle finger indiscriminate
Picnic with willow wisps and wicker men
Climb the sycamore
Hang on a minute, more
Bang
How low, how low will I stoop?
Crumple myself into a ball of paper-cuts
A stray dog taken in
Dreamless
Question to your answer is the silence of my smile
I cannot remember the teardrop of your face
Let me find my way back into your back-alley arms and crevices
My graffiti Elysium spray painting over our hazy mosaic
My heart a w***e for love on the other side of a concrete wall
Brick by brick I build myself back up in this cardboard box
And the suburban bourbon of eternity chains my vertebrae
Mermaids, playboys, stale angels fable claymores through the sweat pores
Spilling the guts of split milk across the butterfly born belly of the beast
In the bowels of Valhalla’s saliva climbing sliding rhyming rhinestone
And the clockwork machine of empty skulls
Filled with belongings that will never fit
Will spit me out like the tooth of hair comb
And rip the wings off horseflies till freefall
Like a shooting star without ammo
In a solar system that revolves around hate
Every bullet-casing left by God
Like saying (through a silverlining of lead)
Take your best shot
Aimless as we are
A blank
Canvas
Triggered by a world that doesn’t understand our mechanisms
Loaded with bullshit, capitalism sluggishly
Lead down a path of hollow shells, fingernail clippings, solitary chambers
Meandering dandelions of xylophone cyanide poltergeist kaleidoscopes
Dirty magazines and loose cartridges that swallow armadas for starving starling harbingers
The shadows on the hallway walls of a labyrinth of sidewalks
The holes in our arguments
The cracked mirror shards are staring through the looking glass
Bigshots of a small world Disease You are nothing but the breeze Still Born See-sex-shun
© 2020 R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)Author's Note
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StatsAuthorR.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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