A Swallow's Song

Pseudo part 5 for "The Crying Men". Found it more fitting to display on its own.

 

 

A Swallow’s Song

 

 

Symphonic symbiotic monikers blossom crisscross offering of fostered doppelgangers 

 

Echoing epitomes of homophobic chromosomes

 

Crusading cadence of mayhems’ complacent oasis of polymerization

 

Testament vestige of echoes empty placenta

 

Of ideas birthed bloodshot gaunt from the mirky waters bottomless tsunami

 

Ecclesiastical moon a communion of aluminum wombs of Neptune’s juniper crucifix

 

Omnipotent eclipse shapeshifting pomegranate manslaughter

 

Of willow-wisp eucalyptus

 

Drifter of the Lithium hieroglyphics syphilis

 

Siciliano umbilical chords of anthropomorphic incorporeal notes

 

Left behind in the suicidal kaleidoscope of life’s divide of hope

 

Grind syllable guillotines of chiselling trilling Priscillas

 

And amaryllis pillars chains of veins and vines

 

Of ivory stalactites and stalagmites of Valhalla’s malachite pallet of paradise

 

Took something lost in the wreckage of time

 

Out of the messy still-picture crawlspace of my heart

 

And called it God

 

Tied its tongues into slipknots,

 

Ligaments of words like a scarf across the bark of my bristled throat

 

Hanging onto syllables for dear life above the silent abyss

 

Like they were the ones pulling the strings at the end of our rope

 

Rooted in place like a scarecrow’s scream mute to the wasteland’s judas of juniper unicorns

 

Ethereal incoherent lyrics of spiralling barbed wire violins

 

Spilling out my mouth like a snowstorm born from clouds forming in the midmorning

 

Spinning equilibrium of millennia

 

Into claustrophobic metempsychosis

 

Groping kaleidoscopic cornucopia blessing specular breathlessness

 

In the vesicular crepuscular incandescence of a soft-boiled sun

 

Frying in a cracked porcelain sky

 

A portrait of heaven shattered into a million jigsaws of lazy mosaics

 

Modifications of a body and mind half awake

 

Dreaming of the lost dreamers who swam too deep in the maelstrom

 

And lost their mind in the labyrinth of skies,

 

And the conductor of volume, and tempo, and time

 

Known as “the hands of the clock”

 

Forge’s symphonies in a firework of music

 

And sound and melodic metallurgy of words

 

The metallic California formication

 

Halogens of frolicking polymerization of aether’s oasis

 

Of reanimating ceramic grace of homeostasis

 

Metallurgy merging burgundy blurring of eternity’s

 

Metallic ballerinas balance hourglass masquerades

 

The cardiovascular asteroids of the white void

 

Oracles

 

More or less

 

My empty shell a harmonic constellation

 

In the cold chamber of the night’s barrel marionettes

 

Megalomanic amethysts jasmine bedazzled Nirvana’s lavender avalanche

 

Linden amygdala ringing in the lingering wingspan of ceramic amethysts

 

Bottomless Andromedas polymerization cauterize the bloody sky

 

In the bowels of a candelabra’s constellation, the entrails of a halo

 

Checkered patterns unravelling galaxies of malfeasance crescents of taloned Valkyries

 

Fauna of Molotov Nirvana’s ominous arcana’s of botanical marijuana

 

Armada’s of comets

 

Severed life a poltergeist

 

Spectral polyester exorcism of imprisoned prisms spinning labyrinths of cataclysms

 

Molecular epilepsy of cats cradle

 

I am forever strung along like a chord tangled in its own voice

 

Cardiovascular tapestries mapping lapis lazuli Aurora borealis of malachite stalactites

 

A blizzard of stygian obsidian millenniums

 

Grimoires of cinnamon centaurs hardened by the martyrdom of Tartarus,

 

The arch-nemesis of blemishes of incandescent pestilence wrestling with efflorescence

 

Resting epileptic the jeopardy of methamphetamine leprosy

 

Entropy’s ventilated entrails derailing the pale jail-cell

 

Of a celadon rebellion against the red sea’s bleed of blundering sunsets

 

Clay mitochondrial Andromeda polymerization of Neapolitan constellations

 

Primordials buried in the cold snow

 

Celestial testaments of Terpsichorean parthenogenesis

 

Inside resonates effigies of refugee remnants

 

Of the crepuscular renaissance of my dying light

 

My dawn of the Morningstar upon the swan-song of Autumnal longing

 

Bottomless harbours carnival auburn watercolour smothered umbras

 

Slumbering homunculus thunder the lumbering percussion of rustling wind

 

In the dim-lit grin of livid repetition of ammunition’s equilibrium

 

Visionaries inherit vicarious paradise in the skies a tirade

 

Valkyries of eldritch harpsichord

 

Thunder-furled in underworld the frothing esophagus of a waterlogged apocalypse

 

Stitching Icarus in obituary’s vicariously

 

And the cold withered cattails frozen in the cold of December

 

Remember the soil that fed lullabies of Spring

 

In hearts of rooted arteries and veins in icy slopes of bog-water

 

Blackened by the intrepid night, a caskets sigh

 

Blossoming creaking deadwood peeking out from the body of water

 

Like a fallen star caught in a glass bottle

 

Gangrene Herculeans of

 

Crepuscular renaissance

 

Watercolour of pixyish mists of putrid pugilistic hallucinations

 

Hallucinogenic monoliths of omniscient bliss

 

Parthenogenesis

 

Talisman hallelujah of the ballerina’s clouded corneas of cataracts’ rhapsody

 

Polycrystalline rhythm trilling vermillion

 

Carnivalesque heavens, lights of shadowed candles spinning shades in the morning rain

 

Gothic flocking esophagus of aquamarine mockingbird philosophers

 

Of theocracy’s nocturne apocalypse

 

Luminous prisms of Limbo’s rhythm of nimbostratus blizzard

 

Watercolour smothered umbrage of lullabies kaleidoscope

 

The blue sky hangs like a memento of the forgotten veil below

 

An inkblot of meadows, flower petals

 

Malevolent dreary metallurgy

 

Purged from the flurry of a virgin hurricane

 

Architects of the maleficent Icarus incandescent breathelessness

 

Juniper altocumulus losing leaves in the winter breeze

 

Jasmine raspberries grieve amethysts in the eclipse

 

Of lavender canopy’s of polycrystalline hieroglyphic abyss

 

Banquet of scattered hammocks blister the lips of the god

 

A French kiss with the mouth of hell

 

A swallow’s song

 

A phoenix with broken wings that still finds the strength within

 

To sing

 

To come back from the brink

 

And perch on the oaky tendrils of a memory

 

Nestled between your cage of ribs

 

On the edge of your mind

 

Another elevator shaft between heaven and hell on the ground floor

 

Stratosphere’s of porcelain Rorschach

 

Bones scavenged from the marrow of madness’ zigzagging unravelling avalanche

 

The scrambled bangles of rambling pianos

 

Bruised tattooed zigzagging taboos of the chrysalis riffraff crisscross flipflop serendipitous

 

Butterflies messiahs of lilac sunrise sapphire hymens still-birthed from dirt

 

Buried carousels in the paradise

 

(Less or more than we were meant to be)

 

(Alchemists of heavenly blemishes etching the opalescent depths of evanescence)

 

Newspaper-clippings of photosynthesis flare vicariously paraphernalia

 

Swallowing the sun like a Blackstar

 

Chirping embers of spit flecked from the mouth of God

 

The hollow of a hanging tree

 

Velvet Priscilla pastel elegies melody delving rebellion quelling parhelion’s godless mandala

 

As the watercolour drains from the bones of this world

 

Another skeleton in my closet

 

Has a bone to pick with the locked door to hell’s indelible melody

 

Hard to scream without a tongue

 

Hard to laugh collapsing atmospheres of catheters saplings strung from my cavernous lungs

 

Shooting stars that dream terpsichorean of drive-by’s double helix’s phoenix of remixed elysian Egyptians

 

Strumming umbras among the dung fragmented entropy under the drumming sun

 

How am I suppose to write a symphony?

 

If my mind is just an instrument of destruction waiting to burst

 

An eardrum breaking free from its pigskin cells

 

To swallow the world’s static in my hopeless ringing noise, mute

 

Listen to me

 

 

 

 

 

 

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

[Chris Shaw]

I admire how you can write epic poetry. How do you manage to focus your train of thought for so long? I was drawn to this poem by the title. I have a love of our avian friends. Your swallow's song certainly had me flying and I had a bird's eye view of some wonderful sights. Thank you for sharing.

Chris

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

These longer poems came about when I didn't want to stop writing. At first, my poems were maybe half or a third this length. Still lengthy, but not to the same degree. I always felt like I had a lot to say, and eventually, poems didn't end. I would edit and change them up for weeks sometimes. Many times I share poems that are unfinished from my view points, sometimes, I don't share them at all until their finished. The need to write, and with so much to say, long poems became an addiction. Shorter poems may be easier at times, but it isn't easy for me to put down the pen. So that's essentially how these poems come to be. Thank you for reading, always glad to share a poem with a fellow writer, friend!

[Chris Shaw]

I envy your flow of ideas. So much to say. My muse has always been lazy. Takes the shorter option :)

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Longer or shorter poems, I feel like what you have to say is most meaningful. Short poems can still say a lot. I wouldn't worry about how poets can differ, we all have strengths in different areas. Your poems are uniquely you. Besides, I've always enjoyed your works. Short poems have their appeal for sure.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you. All good wishes :)