The Record Man

Heavily edited this poem. I realized as I was doing so, I had deleted some lines along the way. So I remade them and did my best to make the poem as best I could. I hope you enjoy.

The Record Man

 

 

 

Champagne

 

 

 

Gloomy zoos of music (grooving immovable) incongruent hubris pituitary petunias

 

Luminous altocumulus in hallucinogenic neogenesis penitentiaries poinsettia

 

Blooming ludicrous ambiguity of cerulean memorabilia

 

Rolling oilrigs of glazed champagne

 

Stain waves and graze on the St. Lawrence River this Monday

 

Drowning albums amalgam flower galleries of a cloudy hourglass

 

The braille slate of a conclave of waves

 

Batters the shores on a Monday’s thunder

 

The rippling Icarus of rivers ribbon rhythm of riveting equilibrium incendiary

 

Slithering quivers of arrowheads drop-dead needle and thread

 

In the gospel gun cocked bloodshot wedlock of a red dock’s misanthropic prophet doppelgangers

 

Centrifugal whistling off in the distance of a tongue twister’s chrysalis

 

(Vinyl spiralling lullaby chiropractor acupuncture pincushion whisperers of lithium Icarus)

 

Feathered heavens Armageddon

 

Mayflower hourglasses pastures of ecclesiastical blasphemy

 

Of ashen basket-cases cremated

 

Tie-dyed skylines iris maestri’s skyscrapers halo sailing lackadaisical napalm azaleas

 

Digital ribbons of rhythms’ deliverance

 

Nibbling on the dribble of my chiselled balls

 

Rivers forgiveness riddle swimming scimitars of equilibrium

 

Mitochondrial dominos swallowing columns of graffitied Elysium

 

Acrylic Gilgamesh a maleficent edifice

 

Scribbled biblical sprawling pornography

 

Pushing the envelope of blackmail

 

Post mortem death letters that spell out the message of desiccation

 

Respiratory encores (reincarnate) choreography

 

Boggle and gargle discombobulate quasi-obelisks collaging

 

In the bottomless concrete of agoraphobia

 

Cyclothymic kaleidoscopes lullaby horizons’ geysers of Gaia

 

Wavy halos hazel mosaic in twilight birthrights

 

Volumes of columns solace Autumnal hymnals of silicon oblivion

 

Disheveled peddles of eloquent eulogies rebellion

 

Lovecraftian cardiovascular Nazareth blasphemy sloppy sarcophagi with rashes of Vaseline

 

As we carrousel down to hell

 

And pirouette in this masquerade of God ballin’ our eyes out

 

Looking good as we follow each other blindly

 

For what a sight to see things through

 

Different viewpoints cross eyes with each other and look the other way

 

Closing the window to their souls

 

Andromeda’s of blinking neon eons, pupils of a mad world flower like an iris

 

Fumbling around in the dark of their daydreams

 

Hoping to metamorphosize a visionary

 

Smouldering Morningstars of meteoric corneas

 

A parasol’s burial as the clouds that shroud balaclava hallelujah

 

Bloom in the grease of Elysium’s leukemia

 

Carnivalesque

 

Tempestuous

 

Ricocheting light of quivering stygian obsidian

 

Theatrical carnivals mandala of neon eons

 

Camouflaging collages tsunamis toboggan constellations

 

 

 

Gravity

 

 

 

Unfurling twirling whirlwind hurricane Dervish in circumcision

 

Discombobulated discography staccato menagerie of bottomless onomatopoeia

 

Arpeggios hemorrhage the hallucinogenic genesis

 

Alabaster cardiovascular astronomers ensemble

 

Sonder melodic in umbilical trilogy

 

Trilling ribbons ventriloquism speleothems

 

Electroconvulsive penultimate kaleidoscopic cocktails of clockwork

 

Mirages of goobledegook entourages

 

Of onyx frolicking discombobulated

 

A primordial vortex of Gregorian Morningstar’s orchestra orbiting distorted corneas

 

Formlessness oracles metamorphosis waterboarding expurgatorius accordions

 

People who cry wolf when they’re all sheep

 

I will not be the lamb to the slaughter

 

In this slaughterhouse

 

Where different Gods street fight to the death

 

For a divided crowd to the roar of lions and hydra in the subway

 

This slaughterhouse

 

The stumbling jugular homunculus of sunburned bungalows oracle

 

The rape of landscapes bathed faithlessly in the face of oasis wearing masks of alabaster

 

Where dreams reach towards the stars

 

Just to hang their heads a weeping willow

 

Wisp of broken streetlights

 

The syringe of religions’ prisms imprisoned

 

Iron xylophones spires of dial-up kaleidoscopes

 

(Synthesizing) Vinyl telephone lines spiralling recital

 

In the cytoplasmic lavender avenue balaclavas

 

Unravelling Valhallas’ ballerinas

 

Cloudy gallows’ hallelujah in an hourglass’s meteors mashed

 

Wyvern’s with metronome hearts that don’t skip a beat

 

Flash photos and capture a moment in time in the bottom of a broken glass bottle

 

Discombobulated mosaics radio auburn andromeda’s astronomers

 

Ashtrays spilling the guts from the clutter of smothered butterflies

 

A resurrecting lexicon of a specular sepulchre

 

The ticking clock-faces on the wall screaming in agony,

 

Portraits of their time,

 

Aria to Death

 

Individually

 

Eventually

 

 

 

Hollow Notes

 

 

 

I’ve painted over the iron walls of my heart

 

The chips of peeling wallpaper

 

The liquored bristles of wicker Icarus

 

Prickling

 

Your fingertips

 

Like the keys of the clarinet

 

Under the balcony of skin

 

I watch the sleeves of sun on pillow clouds

 

Glistening on white sheets

 

Come up out of the cornered creviced covers of a mattress of sky

 

Crepuscular eyes upon a blood-wine horizon

 

Draw the borderlines out of a dirty needles’ cathedral surreal speleothems

 

Nestled in

 

Skipping in and out of bounds

 

The outside world of this cardboard box

 

A world of pitter-pattering war-cries

 

Of watercolour crescendos enkindled spirits

 

Smoking their blackened tree limbs

 

Smearing through in their palms are oceans of fire

 

The ashtrays of a chalkboard

 

God burning books without (saying) a word

 

Screeching for warmth in the cold winds of a winter sun

 

A pavilion of their boney souls’ cymbals of limbos riddling incubus

 

Suffocating lustrous rusting the embers of their hearts of coal

 

In the wasteland of black

 

A white void of foliage their foiling bones

 

Spindling spiralling in the winds of intimacy

 

Cold and unafraid to huddle together and shiver in the rivers of vesicular destiny

 

Washing clean the stain from the fabric of histories they had written

 

Wishing to wipe away the graffiti of their birthmarks

 

Branded steel with a name

 

The blade of a rusty humanity

 

(Battling wave after wave of a hungry moon drowning itself dry as a bloodshot eye)

 

Still sharpening itself against itself

 

Its heart wasn’t cut out for this

 

There is more than being human

 

Severing the ties (entangled) between us

 

Shield your eyes from those that look daggers at the turn of your back

 

The hilt and sheath and shield of their own loss, unwieldy

 

Forging them again, and, once more in the heat of the moment, their dispassion

 

Brighter than the shooting stars that drive-by on the milky way

 

Hammering the steel hearts of man until brighter than a Morningstar

 

Shimmering infinity’s limbo kindling obsidian luminous plumerias

 

Plumage thunderous underworlds swirling

 

Relapsing alabaster craftsmanship

 

In a world of merely black and white

 

The monochrome forests of war storm

 

Jagged grey glint of empty iron plate

 

The teeth of the devil smiling flowers on the battlefield

 

Deep-rooted in the throat of the riverbeds

 

Arrowheads of trees, splintered people

 

Grey

 

The crows still fly

 

Circling mercury

 

Hungry for warmth

 

In the spreading sandy hangman’s banquet

 

The alabaster molasses of ashes clatter with castaways rasping in blasphemy

 

Madnesses avalanche dancing chrysanthemum banners

 

Of bleeding sooty woods where once amaranths stood

 

 

 

Sing

 

 

 

Scales of ice gale halos

 

Chiselled acrylic ribbons ventriloquism rippling serendipitous centrifugal

 

Creasing the reefs of Elysium like a tattered flag

 

Rattling water lanterns floating kaleidoscopes

 

In the opium ragtag zigzag anchored Pythagorean of Abaddon

 

Origami soggy tsunamis waterboarding corneas

 

Blossoming crisscrossed andromedas forever heavens resonate

 

Lips chrysalis hickeys

 

Anguish the strangling bangles of language prancing chrysanthemum

 

Iridescent decibels crescendo the alphabetical pendulum swinging to the jazz of avalanches

 

Wrinkled incubus sip the nectar of Nephilim

 

And try to write the best (resurrections) of imperfections

 

 

 

Noise Symphony

 

 

 

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 the fulcrum of oaks and smoky tuberculosis

 

In the blur of the neon slurry

 

A metallurgical hurricane of hearts stained opaque

 

 

 

Raining Third Eyes

 

 

 

The darkness of the arching marquee of fortepiano shadows embracing cadence

 

Burning in the name of God

 

Recirculatory mercury shirking hurricanes of psychosis osmosis

 

Emeralds diminuendo

 

In my respiratory corneas

 

Wings of windshield whippers bones and manmade canvas fly

 

The canyon of my shackled mind

 

Cutting deeper than the flesh

 

 

 

Mouth The Words

 

 

 

Chewing through aluminum

 

Acoustic lucid booms rejuvenated pseudonyms transfusing ludicrous

 

Rakshasa velociraptors of aqua sub-nautical discombobulated clockwork

 

Hypotonic diabolical hypnotic arachnids blossoming

 

From the faucet of holocaustic octaviates

 

Electroconvulsive mitochondrial volumes

 

Of polymerization pollinating creation

 

Expurgatorius corneas of bottomless mantras auburn chorography

 

Flower petal ghettos dishevelled albums bellow cerebellums

 

Alabaster caskets lacerating vaccinations of havens rainbow

 

Consanguineous ambiance intransigent transient transcendental emptiness

 

(Umbra) Sahara’s discombobulated mantras somersaulting audio

 

Unadulterated faltering tumultuous origami smile-lines

 

Divide the divine like a bent spine

 

Head over heels bending over backwards into the spirals

 

Of a Goliath xylophone of silent spires, mile-high choirs

 

Frolicking Neapolitan molecules rhythm of trivialism

 

Fool’s gold, varicose baritones of a seraph’s throne

 

 

 

Record Man

 

 

 

I am the record man

 

Screaming melancholia

 

(Of frolicking andromedas mitochondrial discombobulated polymerization)

 

God of you origami dominos

 

You play to the tune of my starry guitar

 

I pull the strings and the dead dance with necromancers amputated by Salem

 

(Stretching as far as the eye can see)

 

I am the maestro

 

Gangrene hangmen

 

(Keeper of bottomless diabolical knowledge)

 

I orchestrated you, squeaking unhinged door to a wine cellar heart (sanguine)

 

I am your solitary confinement

 

I am the godlike silence

 

I am the empty shade of violet

 

Bleeding colours from your leaking heart

 

Weeping onomatopoeia terpsichorean halos of Galileo’s ukuleles

 

I was so cold

 

I held my tombstone until death

 

Head over heels

 

Of photoshoot reeling in the feelings of the immaterial

 

Infernal eternities bleeding four seasons homogeneous

 

Of terpsichorean Elysium serpentine double helixes graffiti

 

Blooming as a lost rose in the maze of graves

 

The labyrinth of a cadaverous avalanche

 

Find your own ideal best;

 

And watch others take it from you as if your ideals don’t take from others

 

Watch someone judge your ideals with how they set theirs

 

Watch blind people see

 

While those who can

 

Pretend to view as they look the other way

 

Ghettos of alphabetical amarettos diminuendo

 

So tilted I’m off-kilter

 

Whispering polycrystalline

 

Vagarious wisteria parachute like wooden flutes waltzing fault lines pulchritudinous

 

 

 

Advice From a Fellow Fool

 

 

 

Subterranean mosaics of alabaster Cleopatras cascading polymerization

 

Pumped up on cardiovascular gasoline burning out like a match

 

In the Rorschach’s metamorphosis

 

In the cracks of the pavement

 

Lies a fallen rider of wilting Milky Ways of jade rumple stilt skin

 

It does not matter how

 

But I know the winter solstice like the imprint of my thumb

 

The nails in the criss-cross-roads of fingers that walk bending

 

Under the curls of the dishevelled umbrellas evangelical nebulas mandala in the wind

 

Words that blossom from my bulbous corpse like a waterfall through every follicle

 

Or a ceramic lantern of opaque light

 

Serpentine spiralling out of control

 

Like a loose canon for a fictitious world

 

Revolving around a bullet sun’s shell

 

Rolling around the ball of my foot

 

Stuck in the door to heaven

 

Where someone who lost their marbles

 

Tumbleweed’ing in the fields of waving neon rays of light

 

Casting shadows in the ghettos of metallurgy

 

Forged new bonds to shackle the mind

 

And cage the beast of a red river drowning in spit

 

And wandering mitochondria floundering albums of malfeasance

 

As we cradle barcode labelled oasis to shape-shift awakening and finally become free

 

Wandering anacondas of omniscient godlessness

 

Hazy tornado mosaics azalea ukulele maelstroms of skyscraper basements

 

Bombarding melodic insomnia

 

In the bottomless Autumn brush of dusty star-spangled canvases

 

Rust of avenues escarpments of apartments and infinite condominiums

 

Of lucid crucibles transfusion illusive wandering eyes, I find

 

Porcelain corneas that vortex in the post mortem smorgasbord

 

God’s word is not a good meal

 

It is an empty plate

 

An endless escape

 

A parachute for those that fall from grace

 

Climbing over each other

 

Like all the music in the world were a broken record

 

Screaming for a second chance like we’re Deaf

 

Tangled in his own chords

 

Hungry for forked tongues

 

Asking to be part of the music again

 

 

 

Existing Is

 

 

 

The jinn of my broken wings

 

Stroking locust’s limbs of

 

Dorsal fins hymns metamorphosis

 

Rorschach orchards contortionist

 

Formless bliss of the orphan’s kiss

 

The mythological gobbledegook

 

Of frolicking halogens diabolical Holocausts

 

Dropping shotgun shells

 

Of an empty heaven’s bells

 

The Kalpa of outcast shrapnel

 

Clapping the thunderclouds of a tundra’s yell to back down

 

 

 

Flow

 

 

 

Trapped in-between

 

The bloodlines of a cerebral double-helix

 

Rhyme and reason

 

Glisten with the felt-tipped Icarus

 

Trickling chrysalis of terpsichorean phoenixes  

 

Legions of demons dreaming remix bulimic

 

Shot down the balaclava of Lazarus

 

Cardiovascular astronauts rasping

 

Asterisks of cytoplasmic bliss

 

Megalomanic amphitheatres spangle annuls

 

The bangles of wrangling archangels lazulite satellites

 

Claustrophobic egg yolk smouldering oracles tomorrows’ primordials

 

Euphoria organisms of prisms ringing

 

Incorporated endorphins metaphorical morsels (rhythm)

 

Of morse code custodians (risen)

 

Babylonian loners (schism colloquialism)

 

Kryptonian explosions of motionless dystopian oceans

 

Fulcrum of Mediterranean reindeers

 

Chained in the escapades of chaos blossoming crisscrossing offspring

 

From the faucet of a broken nose

 

Comatose locomotives doped up on colonial chthonians

 

Of baritone oracles born from primordial

 

Of disorientated heavens

 

Resonating creation crusading aether

 

Capper the wavelength of dancers

 

Amaranthine chrysanthemum lanterns

 

Of rambling animus stratospheres catalyst of spiritual delirium

 

Of vicarious heretics in the celestial vessels of evanescence

 

Peasants of resonance renaissance

 

Demiurge vertical eternities from the burgundy urns

 

Of the folding purgatory of old words

 

Emerges the chords of a tangled aurora borealis

 

Valkyries’ palace of hourglass mountains

 

Welcoming balconies falcons’ breeze

 

The alchemy of seven seas cemetery

 

The celestial extraterrestrial chemicals belladonna obelisks

 

Infection of the molested pestilence

 

Beckoning resurrection’s chi

 

An endless dream bending hallucinogenic

 

Rending in the emptiness

 

Abyss

 

 Falling apart in discombobulated choreography

 

At the seams

 

As we grasp the stream

 

In the glassy gleam

 

Of the (cardiovascular) aster’s cream

 

 

 

Wilted Bloom

 

 

 

Breaking through the walls of a cholera gobbledegook cauliflower holocaust

 

Orchestras of metamorphosis

 

Infinitely labyrinthine symphonies grace my deaf ears

 

Ceremonious baritones of vicarious harikari territory scorn aurora borealis

 

Metatarsal architects follow in the footsteps of the Gone

 

Left to fester in questions

 

(And my answer is a weapon)

 

(Wielding)

 

Mediterranean halos radio maelstroms of golden osmosis claustrophobic rodeos dawn

 

Blurring eternities hernia, the burdens of vertigo’s yearning

 

Criminal records echo ringing in the ears of judgement

 

The riffing hieroglyphic ellipse written lyrics on impure veneers

 

Eclipse rending February’s of unending Armageddon hallucinogenic cemeteries

 

Blurting out alphabetical helicopter apostles agnostic velociraptors copulate

 

Ascending pendulums of elysian phoenixes

 

Reject mediums of the terpsichorean freedom

 

Sacrilege dilapidated Rorschach plastered tapestries

 

Asters evaporate in the downpour orange metaphorical oracles

 

Rhapsody ecclesiastically in primordially disoriented penitentiaries

 

Rudimentarily blending heavenly memories in the plastic relapse captivated ejaculation

 

Frazzled alabaster saffron gondolas swansong’ing anaconda monoliths

 

With obsidian wings skinning the guillotine’s symphony

 

Constellations discombobulated abominations pondering onyx mitochondrial onomatopoeia

 

Transcendental peninsulas frolicked in the knowledgeless God(dess)

 

Anachronistic polycrystalline riffing ventriloquist’s umbilical basilica

 

The trilling waterlilies willow tree vermilion capillaries Alchemilla

 

Azure

 

(As lilac asylums kaleidoscope fields of white psychosis)

 

Off the record of tuning (the broken guitar of) my sound of mind

 

My chords ensemble (de)composition

 

To be part of the music

 

A violin of fireflies

 

The chaos of a bent note strangling itself in strings, metal, and wood

 

Setting the record straight, playing with the notes until they spindle into being

 

A spiral of noise, a tangled sound, (a spider) unravelling (tarantulas in) its web (a noose)

 

Provocative octaves crinkled inkblot slipknots of opera’s esophagus

 

Tongue-tied with the throat of a rose

 

In love with the thorns

 

To belt out a scream from the mouth of God

 

From the empty lungs of the earth

 

Babbling labyrinthine atoms of ancestors wrestling in the vestibule epitomes

 

An instrument of silent existence

 

In the symphony of chaos

 

Wearing masks of alabaster

 

Rorschach alstroemerias

 

The slumbering thunder drumming away in the coming shade

 

Here

 

Now

 

The wilted bloom of a wildflower

 

Its petals

 

Softer than Death

 

It’s roots

 

Deeper than Hell

 

Its bloom

 

Grasping at the fingers of heaven

 

Softly

 

Standing

 

Chained (t)here

 

Hanging its heavy head

 

In shame

 

Shattered

 

Dropping plates

 

To an empty ghetto of tempo(’s parabellum)

 

Picking up the pieces

 

As we fall between the cracks

 

(Between/Like) the lines on a (poem/page)

 

With a split lip and no teeth

 

Smiling, (still)

 

Author's Note

Another long poem. This one took quite some time, I kept coming up with great lines, and some short bits of poetry. Over time, it became a poem. I had trouble starting it off, so it took 2-3 weeks.


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

[Arundass TP]

Beautiful long poem. Enjoyed reading 👍

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Thanks for reading! :)

[NotUsinganymore]

I enoyed this long write. You should publish your work for others to enjoy

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

That's the plan, but it's difficult. Hopefully I'll get the chance eventually. :)

[NotUsinganymore]

Good luck.

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Thank you, I'll do my best

[NotUsinganymore]

You are welcome. Please check my newest writing

[Re-Pete]

still catching my breath. i need an alka seltzer after reading you to help me digest the literary smorgasbord. i've swum in the st. lawrence river. my aunt lived near its banks. huge ships travel it. it's quite polluted. your usual plethora of words, phrases and unusual imagery. love the title and musical references buried within. fantastic accompanying pics. you're in a realm of your own. bravo ... :)

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Thank you, glad you enjoyed the poem! I haven't swam on it, but I always love the view as I go by when I travel. It's always amazed me with its beauty. I love Quebec, and make my way through from Ontario sometimes.

[Re-Pete]

my mother is from quebec and my uncle (her brother) lived in ontario ... :)

[FaeryQueen]

this was great! thanks for putting it in my read requests!!!!!

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

And thank you for reading! :)

[wordman]

very creative piece my friend

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Thank you! :)

[wordman]

you`re welcome

[S.zaynab.kamoonpury]

This is epic with many bunches of grapes on the tree of poetry and i was admiring as many lines as i could read, your phrasings undeniably artistically creative. Those that blew my mind were the andromeda stanza, spider unravelling web, agnostic velociraptors woahh, Mediterranean halos, hallucinogenic dreams, saharas mantras, i love using the word mantras in my writs and how you said tongue twister's chrysalis.
You could write books of poetry wow!!
Kudos!!

Plz do read and comment my newest poem too.

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

I'm glad I could share this with you. I'll check it out your new poem soon! Thank you! :)

[Robert Trakofler]

So this could be a chapbook in itself! as usual, I am awestruck at the intensity of your writings I don't even know what to call them sort of thought flow or sort of imagery and thought flow I always seem to have a hard time following your threads or are they supposed to be like that independent snapshots of thought

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

It's like abstract art really, in word form. You see what you want to see. There is meaning here, but it is hidden. That's what's so fun about writing this way. It's hard to understand, but even if that's difficult in some ways, it's also the charm.