A Passing Thought

I feel better about this poem now. Thank you for the positivity, those who took the time to make me realize this is still art.

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A passing thought blossoming

 

Lofting sarcophagus gusting in the lustre of homunculus

 

The wind of infinities equilibrium symmetry mimicry of Olympian photosynthesis

 

Clusters given structure to time

 

In my manmade paragraph’s slanted stanzas stained-glass plastic acupuncture

 

I spoke my mind mute to the headbanger bleeding off a terpsichorean tongue

 

A drop of water cascading over a dry corpse

 

The space between parts of a split second a diabolical choreography of lethargic arteries

 

And partisans of cartilage stranded amaranthine

 

Took my train of thought off the tracks in whiplash when I crossed the line like a drive-by

 

Link together my metal evangelical wreckage of reckoning hecatomb blooming in unison

 

The notes like music to my eardrums lost on off-beaten paths

 

Part-ways with rat-races

 

Garnishing the harvest moon larva of automaton

 

Chain-link hieroglyphic ellipsis cliff race of split lips incubus

 

Spiked nitrogen ichor viper deciphering of a Vikings’ blacklight scythe of a microphone

 

The maleficent sepulchre nectar of a strep throat stethoscope loathing’s utopia

 

I spit fire like the empire of nihilism

 

From the sundial formaldehyde of a barbed-wire xylophone 

 

Split ends of Armageddon’s strings violins coincide their vinyl spiralling kaleidoscopes bifocal osmosis

 

Cloaking comatose oceans cascading uranium steel-plated craniums

 

Cremated lacerations of braille hangnail fellatio

 

Hypnosis locomotive incorporeal egg yokes slipping off skillets of a cloudy ballad

 

Burnt toast to sociopaths’ locusts frozen tone-deaf locomotives roaming (wed-locked and) loaded chromosomes

 

Mannequins, a water lanterns’ ceramic dandelion hammock dangling

 

Megalomanic romantic pantheon dancing amaranth in dawn like false God

 

Catch these hands like the virus and shake off the dust in the vacuum of wasted space

 

Autopilot your lilac iris a calendar’s Daoism howling pallets of Valkyrie

 

Mellifluous incubus speckled with crepuscular echelon

 

Pressing on the mandala anaconda of sprawling songbirds

 

Dawning mitochondria of mind-boggling halogens ovulating constellations

 

Drastically Galapagos cardiovascular elastic dreamcatchers masturbate postulating pastels

 

Basilisks riffraff catalysts match-lit bachelors

 

Massacre the aftermath of blackbirds murderous crowbarred martyrdom

 

Eloped psychotropic hypothesis hypnosis of kaleidoscopes lotus’ osteoporosis

 

Alphabetical wendigos pose osmosis claustrophobic aerobics

 

Chiselling umbilical calligraphy on the walls

 

A glossary of philosophical apostles’ hostels of gospels fell

 

Flying inside denial, the sunrise a birdcage of ribs a latter of tattered megalomanic Abaddon

 

Abandoned mannequins of Santa Monica grasping at straws without a grip on reality

 

Sucking the life out of me like a juice box

 

An empty cartridge

 

Screaming the lord’s name in vein like an artery

 

Reverberating bloodstained shells blossoming from my open mouth

 

The flowers of God a garden of sound

 

Silent psalms

 

A far cry yells in the static madness of sabotaged Avalon

 

Uprooted smiles defile asylum

 

I still find myself in the corridors of metamorphosis

 

Becoming a man

 

Leaving behind the chrysalis of the boy I was

 

Taste your own medicine

 

Your just desserts

 

Mealworms in my stomach, growing, growling in the mud

 

I wake up to the nightmare like I’m living in a dream

 

Fall asleep through the wake of good tidings

 

Over the rippling waves in deep water like a shipwreck

 

Drowning in hourglasses empty

 

Time stands still

 

But still passes by every now and then

 

I’m running out of breath

 

I’m swimming with the fish that flunked out of school

 

Waterlogged

 

Blazing in the nightshade mosaic gazing lazily into the hazy lackadaisical maelstrom

 

Washed up like I’m doing the dishes with the abyss

 

Cracking up like a smile with a split lip

 

Snapped into place like dislocated navigation

 

Hanging by the hook of my halo

 

With no guardian angel

 

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.

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[Coyote Poetry]

This is poetry my friend.
"Fall asleep through the wake of good tidings
Over the rippling waves in deep water like a shipwreck
Drowning in hourglasses empty
Time stands still
But still passes by every now and then
I’m running out of breath
I’m swimming with the fish that flunked out of school
Waterlogged"
I liked the complete poem and the above lines were my favorite. You wrote the poetry with a old man mind. Honest and direct words. It seem sometimes. We can't never win. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Thank you Coyote, I'm glad you enjoyed the poem! I'll try to do even better next time. :)

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome my friend.

[wordman]

good write my friend,a bit different in most of your writing

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Means the world to me for you to say that. :) Makes me have confidence.

[wordman]

you`re welcome,working on 173 read requests,moving slow