Hurricane

I was having some trouble getting back into writing. This isn't so bad, but I feel like I have a long way to go before I can write something better than The Crying Men.

 

Hurricane

 

 

 

Vasto Lorde

 

 

You can hear the wind screeching mediums

 

Past the willow trees like a limbed carcass

 

Of wiry branches against a schoolteacher’s chalkboard

 

Like the tendrils of grey that penetrate the gloom a zoo of incongruent blooms illuminating

 

A street lamp hanging above bangled jangling bandanna’d telephone lines

 

That climb intertwining with the moon,

 

Lit-knives loaded bows of violet violins stabbing at the canvas(back)

 

Of bannered mannequins ceramic badlands

 

Spanning ecclesiastical dilapidation

 

Mapping passageways of cardiovascular tapestries

 

Rorschach’s of Atlas backlash in the vacuum and avenues of unvaccinated space

 

Unbraced lacerated castaways passed away in the brass and shape

 

Pent up rage in a malaise of skyscrapers

 

Elastic masquerade locked again by everglade of leather days

 

Like an endless play of Vasto Lorde

 

Staccatos of anaconda ink-blotting out the sun

 

Like a bent pen bleeding its guts illustrious

 

Over the page like a palette of God

 

Strong-arming armies menageries of cottontail chromatography

 

Aroma’s of overdosing mitosis interloping cornucopia in the ocean of a kaleidoscope

 

Vibing red wine spiral sun rising

 

Cancerous ancestors necromancers tarantula in the formaldehyde of blinded dandelions

 

Ending Armageddon on a high note

 

This worming hurricane unfurling serpentine

 

Maestros of the ichor

 

Hell’s final symphony

 

Silence

 

Hanging from the guitar strings

 

Like a suicide note from an empty bar

 

Hollow and lonely without death

 

The vowels of hallelujah

 

The moon almost disappearing

 

Or coming back into focus in a broken lens of a vinyl kaleidoscope

 

In the blur of the neon slurry metallurgy

 

As burgundy hurricanes serviette in the banquet of lost men

 

Hungry for blood from stones

 

 

Spectre

 

 

An outstretched Nephilim of rejections’ pestilence

 

Crepuscular destiny specular ancestors never resting incomprehensible

 

Renaissance bottomless August of phosphorus velocity

 

Blessed electromagnetic reflecting off the many deadlift waterways bogged with sodomy

 

Velociraptor saplings unwrapping tapestries masquerade fables

 

Of barcodes labels as sable driveways bypass

 

Rorschach kleptomaniac basking catastrophes blasphemous

 

Relapsing on laxitivity’s liquid rhythm again

 

Imprisoned in the prisms of equilibrium’s quiver

 

Arrowhead deadmen misled by their fleeing bullet-hells

 

Indelible arpeggios wendigos endless pentagons of

 

Waterboarded mornings of accordions boredom hardcore porn and rigour Mortis

 

And eventually, I became like them

 

A shadow without a figure

 

A shattered mirror

 

Pandemonium

 

A zigzagging animatronic

 

A heart squeezed dry

 

One of many

 

A zigzagging mannequin

 

A minefield xylophone

 

A mute volume

 

 

Riffraff

 

 

An autumnal collage,

 

Volumes’ choreography of hemlock mockingbirds

 

Flocking to phosphorescent crescents deafened by the representation of mayhem

 

Shading the everglade’d haven

 

Preying upon the trumpet(er) swan-song of dawn in stationary cremation

 

Lariat vicarious chariots of godless sovereignties

 

Discombobulated by the auburn bottomless kiss

 

Pollination of a carnival’s abyss,

 

Listening to the coniferous photosynthesis

 

Gripped by fingertips of outstretched depthless nepotism

 

Leprosy lavender banners ceramic hands

 

Embracing lacerations’ embroidery of primordia’s victorious boreal forests

 

Torn by the vortex porcelain metamorphosis

 

Of snow-tipped eclipse chapped lips of cardiovascular chapels

 

Lapis lazuli avalanche the dancing amaranthine insanctuary

 

Vanquishing antiques of brambled mannequins

 

Dangling insanity like hanging lanterns unanswered

 

By the ramblers of amethysts ellipsis cathedrals

 

Of Elysium’s paraplegic phoenix screaming remedial freedom

 

(Instead) Remembering endlessly incendiary tempestuous cemeteries

 

Washed clean in daydreams anemic effigies

 

Dredged in alphabetical hemorrhages

 

Ventilating experimental emptiness reminiscent cysts of discipline

 

Polycrystalline myths of elliptical hieroglyphic syphilis

 

Rhythmic schisms of prisms risen from god-given equilibrium prod

 

Dim lit intimate scintillation of burning hypothermia

 

Hurrican’ing irradiated nations

 

Ingrained in hellbent centuries of hate dissonance dissipating

 

In the clay rays of gradient gradually unravelling sabbatical eyelashes gastric acid

 

Rattling sabotaged in the bowels of omnipresent heavens

 

Maleficent epitomes of the bipolar chromosomes

 

Host to the poltergeist of diabolical polymerization

 

Discombobulated omniscience glistening in the itchy lisp of the falling rain pitch

 

Like a hurricane laced with champagne tracing the cliff face of oasis

 

Wedlocked docs backwater without any patience

 

 

 

Amaretto

 

 

 

Outstretched restlessness effigies

 

Recirculatory Aurora borealis contortionist vortex through the pores of a post mortem’s corneas

 

Soaring the sour hourglass of empty dented penitentiaries

 

Where revenants spent their ventures pent up bulimic methamphetamine

 

Leniently terpsichorean the curves of the nervous system

 

Blistered polycrystalline Icarus pistol-whipping clitoris mistrals of the hypocritical

 

Butchered wood chip inukshuk

 

Monuments of godlessness

 

 

Remedial Elysium

 

 

Piano candelabra in the gizzard of a blizzard

 

In the shade of everglades emerald rays lackadaisical polymerization

 

Braided halos railroad gale-force remorselessness porcelain incorporeal abyssal mistress

 

Polycrystalline licorice shapeshifter of a different breed brain freezing remedial Elysium

 

You wear my face like the loosely threaded setting sun

 

A ball of yarn chased into cats-cradling life like heartstrings plucked by the harps of Tartarus

 

Claustrophobic osteoporosis

 

Keeping track of my train of thought

 

Oaky tuberculosis alluding altocumulus

 

Shuffling repercussions shudder in the snow-cover of fluttering homunculi hovering governors

 

Thudding against the wall of a bathroom stall

 

A numb and fumbling tumbleweed of sunrise rewinding writhing spiralling riding Gaia

 

Tendrils of cerebellum envelope balconies of Valkyries murmuring eternity

 

Hollow discombobulated deuterocanonical chronicles

 

Abandoning the shambling humanity’s’ sanitary oasis

 

Insanity’s chandelier battering shadows in the rearview mirror

 

Delirious seraphs of marionettes descending speleothems

 

The pendulum of heavenly devilled arpeggios

 

A cyan choir of lyres’ beguiling kaleidoscope-like plastered ecclesiasticals

 

Electroconvulsive volumes of constellations

 

Discombobulated conifers of autonomous monotone chromosomes

 

Auburn polyphonic samsara disembodied mandala andromeda’s

 

Swan-dive xylophones maniacal spiralling

 

Swirling curling whirlwind churning hurricanes spindling ignorant

 

Burrowing star-crossed martyrs harlequin parliament

 

Of charlatan margarine in her arms again in Armageddon

 

Ceramic planetariums chariots vicarious

 

The mouth of God stalactites stalagmites the fangs of hanged man

 

Entities of placenta zeppelin methamphetamine

 

Somnambulant dandelions comatose interlopers choke on utopia

 

Off the rails

 

Bellowing amaretto of melody cobalt asphalt laughing at blasphemy

 

Rattling sabbatical dreaming herculean Jesus

 

Eye-lashing the stanzas canvasbacks of aphrodisiac

 

Unravelling families metabolism lavender

 

Unravel Valhalla’s annuls

 

History’s blistering fabric of cataracts mavericks

 

Dryads spiral island’s kaleidoscope dysfunctional homunculus

 

Swallowing halogens bipartisan harmonious exodus’s

 

Crack a joke stepping on eggshells

 

Bringing up to speed the immovable object

 

A figurehead of the games we play

 

Diabolical solitude sabotaging comets frolicking volumes of Molotov Discombobulation

 

The mouth of the skyline

 

Chewing through the lucid grooves of aluminum

 

Corridors collide that borderline divine in the spines of the skyscrapers

 

Echoing decibels of strep throat sepulchres

 

And eventually, I became like them

 

A song that falls on deaf ears

 

A cold beer in an empty fridge

 

The sound of silence and madness clashing against each other like the ocean waves they are

 

The colour of monochrome

 

One of few

 

A heart without a conscience

 

A drumskin stretched over my open mouth unable to scream

 

Lost in the frostbitten chaos of my own mind

 

Driftwood on a river of pavement

 

God’s pet

 

Eternities witness

 

A pail (of alstroemerias) holding the (fairy-tale) wailing of a (discombobulated) maelstrom

 

Gone

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

I only remember half of the triple entendre, "lost in the music". So I incorporated it into the poem, just like one would if they had half a line, and wanted to pay their respects to a verse that could have been awesome. Still happy with this one though!

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Reviews

[Danny Metcalfe]

This kind of language is not appreciated in the modern world. It is full of symbolism which hits the unconscious and has to be intuitively absorb. It is also the kind of language which must be read more than once and each time something new appears.

As Confucius once wisely spoke '' Signs and symbols rule the world, not words nor laws.''

It takes a lot intelligence to write from this point and also to understand and interpret.

The only way to comprehend deeper truth and deeper beauty is through the use of symbolic metaphor, and the deeper one goes, the less will understand or misinterpret. The Bible is a good example of this.

I really like your use of symbols. This is how I like my art. Deep and mysterious, yet knowing.

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

I'm glad to have someone to share these deeper poems with. It's cathartic to know that some readers understand what I'm saying, and are willing to dig for the gems.