Songs and PsalmsA Poem by R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe) Eyes only understand darkness as a lacking of light. I find that interesting. Back on the topic though, this poem is likely finished. And I am greatly pleased. It is one of my best so far. Enjoy it.
Forest of Strings
Under a blistered egg of sun sizzling amorphous Phantasmagoria in torrents of the incomprehensible In the pan of an Orpheus porcelain sky Bent like a thunderbolt from the bangled arm of Jupitar I die in a fleeting string of bliss and daisies In the bling of infinity swinging on the lingo of a limbo’s jingle crinkling syncope labyrinthine Fabric labyrinths of Lazarus’s aberration in the spruce of a crucifix Gathering abbreviations in the creases of a maple leaf featureless as the crystalline abyss Shapeless rapiers crepes of the lackadaisical ukuleles reverberating in the dirt of hurricanes In the antimatter fabricated machinations dilapidated in the halo of a maelstrom Mayflower’s hourglass amalgamation in the quake of naked acres awakening lacquered aether Anthers of imagination dance with chrysanthemums reanimation of ramshackle mavericks Of biomechanical Nazareth addled by cataclysm’s rhythm bitter as blizzard’s quiver Veridian Candlelit by the abyss and lucid crucifixion The juice of the crucible Of musical contusions of blooming illuminated boons To rejuvenation accumulating in a matrix of salvation And the maelstrom of wailing hatred patron to obliteration And liberated oasis among the high-strung glacier Or a fibrous high-rise chimeric horizon of lilac iris In the topaz jazz and opal of bifocals And the graphic Nazareth tapestries of aftermath’s ecclesiastical taffeta Elastic in the polycrystalline apparition And mithril lithium of visceral chrysalis Tongue twisted missionaries’ aquarium And glistening with the cliff named Icarus Shining pines of rhinestone over the book spine of Nihilism’s bibles Spiralling in the eyes of hyacinth And intimacy’s pixyish eclipse As it ricochets in craving through the motions of an open grave In the ocean of crowded commotion In the close shave of everglades, a flower Blooming from the flesh of a concussions’ thrush Of percussion muddled in the summit of umbrage plummeting From the bumblebee seas of elysian debris Sleeves of helium helixes unpeeling from the follicles of wallpaper Matriarchs waltzing in palpitating olives of choreography’s discombobulated polymerization Stationary; and the vase of halos blow through a field unyielding Under glass ceiling speleothems Reeling in the summer skin of windbreakers Acres of waking aether a proclamation of the gospel of poplars swathing mosques in phosphorus Apocryphal offerings to the samsara of folding accordions Of pareidolia pouring through the ornery torn primordial metamorphosis Corridors of string in the euphoria of chlorophyll corneas to be born in us Glorious quarries in the roof of a pupil In the attic of an avalanche Dancing with the water lantern chrysanthemums Cancerously spreading wings like seraphim Within the dim-lit pit’s lithium precipitation Still exists as it litters obliteration of civilizations Of the flailing aegis; a basilica of bougainvilleas Silhouette the vermilion stillness of cerulean capillaries Like sigil villages in pilgrimage with imitation’s scintillation Creation’s vaporous aether erasure Homo sapient glaciers and sapphire saplings in the laughing rafters of scaffolding dilapidation Lackadaisical azaleas that gale in the fable of a paper trail’s maelstrom With each loose screw and every nail I build myself up again, as the tornadoes rend I’m still railroad bent To the grazing zigzag of a pattern’s avalanche And a hurricanes’ birth again, I remain mortal, uncoil this string Let the echoes of spectral wring (under) the neck(lace) of Nephilim The nectar of the crepuscular, I break the record, And watch it spin With the autumn gauze of andromeda polymers wallowing within Of pollens ovulation in a hollow staccato of terracotta mausoleums And mahogany colosseums in the bondage of a collage of bulbous constellations Like grand amaranthine spiders of rhinestone Dandelions ivory with the skies of tweed and horizons weed The dynasty of cypress trees With lightning’s leaf and ichor bleeds From spiralling iris iridescent with the hectares of resurrection’s effigy Pestilential with the disassembling entrails of trailing azaleas And the ferris wheel of alstroemerias That carry dead on ferries treads (revving lesbian threads disassembling crescendo’s embryos) Weaving cedars of intravenous legions Of the multilateral bowels in the towels of ravelled shadows In the travelling gallows of onomatopoeia Inside a vinyl hideaway of lilac and violet Defiling the nylon thread of a violin’s stretch of catguts Twisted viscera that sounds will the howl of a thousand amalgamation Of obliterated creation shapelessly raked of the amorphous incorporeal vorpal moon An oracle’s phantasmagoria Ballooning cumulus fumes of blooming ludicrous Sapphire pyres on islands of irises In the fruitful pupil’s resolution The hallucinations scrapping and scraping At the atrophy of monotony’s atrocities As their terracotta bodies in the slipknot brothels to the apostles Of pastels and melodies of dishevelled meadows And the surging metallurgy in the furnace of a sterling hurricane Chained to the hallowed ground of unravelling hallelujah From the lips of a chrysalis of obituaries Of wisterias and alstroemerias married to the ferrymen Of blended watercolour smothered embers Among the feathers of Armageddon’s heavens wrapped in evaporated tapestries Of ballad clouds like shrapnel taffeta factories (of green methamphetamine) Glaring down from the skies’ iris like apartheid’s society Under the iceberg hurricanes of suede silken frills like pillars of waterlilies And the umbilical bougainvillea and pillows of weeping willows Of amaryllis vermilion widowed to the stillborn wilderness I live in a constant string of fear and misery I don’t miss you anymore I feel nothing but the weight of linen clouds that blow loose paper on the drawstring of a horizon Nothing but the sharp tip of a pencil Stabbing into the dark side of the moon The paper trail of my own blood scuttling like a battalion over the rumpled hills of my bedsheets Across the war on this hardwood floor Nothing But the sun leaning in to watch me from its window into the soul I keep my memories in a bowl of oatmeal I sometimes sink and drink in the moonlight that ripples like lithium off the higher echelon Elongating like a matrix across the bottomless grotto of stalling halogens in columns of water Again Fountains of battalions in war with me and my volumes of solitude Written and chiselled in pillars of amaryllis citadels that bellow from the cello of the melancholy The burgundy of metallurgy like a current in the gorge of torrents that rend the ravines Between the eagle roost of my leafless teeth and the seeping sap of dilapidation Autumn’s monasteries of alstroemeria and bougainvillea’s’ silhouettes that speckle the horizon Dry as a diluted iris in the binding of chimera like chariots and ferrymen In the den of reddening heavens dishevelled by the yellow of my umbrella ghettos I don’t remember them Notice them Love them And they do not love me Why should they; why would we isolated people care at all for the shadow of other men? Behind the blinds of our windows Do you miss me anymore? Anymore? I don’t notice when it hurts anymore Anymore Anymore But I come back to this certain bench of poplar, in some fabricated medley of meadowlands (Let’s say,) In the field, I once used to race through during recess as a child Or the house that taught me how to walk through the slack-eyed (drawling) crawl of its corridors And skinned my flesh of the blunt edge of this joy; this envy; this envoy of northern starlight The soft sun setting Blanketing the sky Rorschach black like a heartbeat in my chest I don’t even notice when they hurt me Anymore Anymore Anymore I pull back the drawstring, and aim my dreams at the moon But all I do Is skewer, and rip, and tear at The hearts of those who do not love me Anymore Anymore Anymore If I die; in a fleeting string of bliss and daisies You live; in a constant state of fear and misery Don’t ask me if I miss you Anymore I don’t even know you anyways Anymore
Tapestry of Wood
Tapestries of gelatinous artifacts Dilapidated blanketing evangelical Gone are the auburn constellations Wrapped in the gauzy polymers of crystalline omniscience sifting through whispers shapeshifting Christened by the listeners to the cistern of furniture burning in the surge of murmuring eternity Charmed by the blond dawn of Necronomicon’s And the faunal andromedas in a garden of starlings Nickel visceral wickermen Churning their metallurgical urns Like a suede ocean wave Crocheted in marmalade palisade Of arcanum’s vertebrae like a naked snaking calcification of hurricanes’ reverberating oasis Like the gallows of crowning bowels Of hallow grounded of metallic phalanx Unravelled galaxies in the alleys of hallelujah like stalactites In chasms of amaranth labyrinths prancing The jasmine and jasper alabaster grabbing abandonment In cardiovascular apples and saplings of lapis lazuli calcified by the water hydrant horizon Rising like a bonfire geyser writhing spires of high-rises that smoke kaleidoscopes On thin ropes of dopamine like an act without opening
Brittle Citadel of God
Dishevelled heavens of bevelling residue Loose with the distorted porcelain moisture of poignant omniscience The stain of a stillframe’s hurricane membrane under layers of disfiguration assimulation Like the chain of a matrix radiant as the Himalayan’s reverberation surfing through murky dew Crucifix spruce of altocumulus Like the precipice of a resurrection’s nest Of necklaced the stretching molestation of epithets in destined flatchested sepulchres wrestling Spurred by the turbulent twists and turning of a slit wrist’s burgundy Hurricane’s serpentine chains In the malaise of vaporous aegis And the facial oasis shaped and combing the crocheted beard of a seraphim Swimming in the gin of woven covens of photosynthesis Rinsing the rivers of blizzards and the skies of homogenized horizons Capsizing bibles in the lilac ivory of a spiralling cypress tree Like a wraith of pathos’ aether shapeless As the graceful maple polymerization Scales the wallpaper wailing gales of fabled halos Fallen in the palm of discombobulation Like a pamphlet of amaranths chanting to the Babel of taffeta Balaclavas unravelling javelins in the chalice of stalactites stalagmites a champagne radiance Saliently gazing upon the prize of a sapphire geyser Like a wyvern of diamond A hyacinth chimera idolizing spiralling wildfire pyres And writhing wires of the seismic horizons Of riled Goliath and fibrous bibles Gaia’s synthesizer like bottomless augers of frolicking synagogues From the colossus of phosphorus Bending the sky under the weight of this obliterating saint Like swivelling mills of bougainvillea Sigil in rivers of chiselled amygdala brilliant as an antonym And cinders of amaryllis like a crumbling cerulean pillar In a village of intimate scintillating aether Like a frivolous guillotine of vermilion capillaries Mimicking the syncopated synchronization Of a whittling infinite whimpering symphonies in the splintered winters Whistling with the rippling gypsies of a blistered history Written in the channels of pianos and the annuls of chrysanthemum Avalanches from the hands of branded amethyst Amorphous in the warmth of the torrent anthropomorphic porcelain Bridging gaps with a sapling’s cacophony as we shape-shift oasis Wilderness acres coastal crocheted mochi in a grey mosaic of ocean waves Spades on the tarp of escarpment through the carving of arteries of marble carnivals; parliament Braided sable tornadoes in the veil of a maelstrom Over the larks like harps In the overarching parchment of the marching carpet of blanch escarpment Like a temporal meteor floral in phantasmagoria Violas of solar tomorrow’s rolling ghost of opal symbiosis Whittled with a shiver splintered in the whittling winter scintillation Swivelling chisel of amaryllis like a frivolous guillotine Brittle, in its umbilical citadel of a mellow parhelion I’ve seen enough to know What goes cold This snuff not gold In the afterglow Enough to go
Echelon of The Moon and Sun
Precipice eclipsed in white glyphs Like lickerish Icarus Wickerman of the damned chrysanthemums Like a disassembled balcony of alchemist’s kalpa of Valkyries Carnivalesque vessels of incandescent crescent sepulchres Precipice of death’s abyss A flower’s medallion in the bowels of a gallery like the valleys of Valhalla My roots deep in this earth There is no demon I need to fight; just myself and the people around me Bouquet of halos like the bale of a maelstrom A handful of azaleas smithing the viscose liquid lithium Sickling epiphany prickling piccolos Of motionless (rhinestone) oceans of (cloaking) osmosis (psychotropic grocers of colloquialism) Lotus waving in the wind’s scintillation distant and crystalline with the fishermen of synonyms Disintegrating Himalayans of Salem’s Mayhem spreading and shedding itself from my open mouth Devouring bell-towers of hourglass rapture Taffeta chapels of asphalt and asphodel bruschetta ghettos Of metal mellow yellow parhelion Meadows in the umbrella of a hundred shades of rays Like grey glades grazing on Hades Of avian nations creating from the calcification’s maelstrom Of fountainhead mountains drowning in the shallows Of aurora borealis chalets of beige arcanum trailblazers of coattails Rails of azaleas flaming with the remains jade In the jasper chapels of taffeta grasping Scaffolding masts of alabaster masquerading Crocheted mockingbirds in the bayside hyacinth Like a bonfire’s choir hardwired in silence Its head bowing in its vow to amalgamation Alphabets of lickerish ripple in lithium spit from the shitstorm reborn Expurgatorius and glorious euphoria Phantasmagorical from the quarry of my corneas’ metamorphosis
Flickering Hands, And Fists
Times flickering; between neither night nor day Like a lamppost charged by the beating (light)heart(edness) of palpitating music In the fluid lucidity of imprisoned pigeons In the squiggly lining of silique and mimicries’ Olympians In the pandemonium of mountains Roamed by the comatose constellations of tribulations Like buried tributaries of carrion marionettes Lecherously incandescently phosphorescent, Zeppelin with the exodus Dissassembling the embryos of a mental crescendo A chill down from the spine of silence of wyvern skyscrapers wafers in the glaciers of aether In the winding of ivory smiling spiralling In the eye of lilac choirs of a spiderweb’s barbed wire iris Reflected in resurrection’s zephyr Like a cobra’s ambrosia on the whetstones of influenza unending tempests In the maleficent crevasses and the golden folds of metamorphosis’s orchestra Of orchards forged in my molten swollen concord of decomposing moments Wrote by crows coming out of swollen throats like a swansong Amazonian chromosomes warring on torrents of agoraphobia’s Gorges of morning’s coiling Ouroboros Snaking acres cloaca along the gauzy bronze twine rhinestone shrine of concubine islands Gandering in the sands of turbines wyverns kaleidoscope in the endless grains of opal notebooks To the geysers of time in the lyres of a wildfire and amaryllis wilderness Basilicas of flowers hourglass masts of gaseous rashes of taffeta Rorschach’s of happenstance in the ashes of my forgotten pastures Reflecting spectral the yawning yarn of farmland starlings In the assemblage of onomatopoeia gleaming from the unlit ceiling Wheeling the sun out upon its metal plate of sky, Like a sizzling egg; Sunny-side up squiggling and whittling away inward on and upon itself Like the cascade of churning crash and retreat of ocean waves, oasis, Revealing its green onion tongue of a blockhole’s solstice Boisterous porcelain amorphous Orpheus pouring wickers through the borrowed lips of tomorrow’s kiss Eclipsing itself in the yellow citadel of a mellow parhelion Welling through archipelagos under the sundered cucumber of cumbersome thunder Underneath the reefs of the reeling speleothems Of a rendered December’s heavens Devoid of the turquoise roar of the pestilential crevasses in a cracked crescent of sky In the ether of onomatopoeia ukulele azaleas; flickering With Icarus eclipsed like a falling star of cinnabar Choreography of the tobogganing andromeda Of monolithic crystalline photosynthesis in the bottomless polymerization Gazing through the webbings of echoing tide In the heavens on high In the sky gone awry In the choirs of horizon’s barbed wire bonfires Like the nectar of a celestial’s sepulchres Phosphorescent in its epicentre of hallucinogenic clementines In the brine of islands wiring an unwinding sunrise spiralling out of control On the milky ways railroad Ecclesiastical tapestries of blasphemous taffeta Like shredding threads of new genesis In the webs of maleficent heavens Like a xylophone concubine of writhing kaleidoscopes In the vorpal opal of claustrophobia’s pandemonium Tomes catacombs roaming the chromosomes I am, the pages, I am, this Paperback spine, I am, I wear the leatherback colours in a shudder, I am, the endless stories wreaths wrapping reaching condominiums That feel through the snaking path into heaven’s vacant oasis Naked with the aether of a thousand burning lightbulbs I am Dangling from the ceil (speleothem) like a midnights’ sky, I am the twine of an inclining ivory spiderweb of cello interstellar umbrella-like Cinderella’s (Greased urethras of neon lights in the blight deciphering itself on the shelf of a mouthful) Of elbow-deep parhelion in the melancholy cauldrons of splintered instruments Where the band plays the music bare of excess sound; I am… Hidden sweet and tart in the alleyway, Under the banister Spiralling stairs (a marathon’s entendre of mitochondria) In the crawlspace (of mouth) and tongue(’s lip-sync) Farmlands in the Valkyries in the alcoves of soma disassembling melodies underbelly parhelions And only the sheet music remains; In flower petals and metal ghettos Just an empty book that no one wrote, Its pages’ oasis, its philosophical apocalypse, Its diabolical andromeda raining alstroemerias from arid baritones alone; In the rambling dandelions of blind ivory What remains of me? Beneath the stairs of heaven’s surrender The crawlspace of oasis, the makeshift, the aether Cremation’s crocheted blade of bouquet vertebrae The barrow, and the bones, the wisterias’ comb Imploding in the soma of frozen clovers woven into the bones the scarecrow’s branch, Its arm, I am Its fingers I call home, and nestled in crepuscular textureless bethels, of deathless repetition I plant my seed among the weeds for falling leaf of columns green, Polyphonic dreams and tonic reeds in odd debris Squiggly symphonies of stygian riverbeds Treading through the threads that stretch and tether bless and Armageddon’s hex Resurrect the pleasant emulation of stagnant fragrance in the basin of inspiration Phosphorus, cornstalks, botox and the face of a clock Shards of glass between my knuckles, supple, luscious pustules in grassy pastures’ alabaster Of hope That blemish my face With the warpaint of renaissance artists A city of heartbeat drenched in the graffiti of my hope
Crippled By The Sun
Like the moon eclipsed by the ricochet In the sunder of penumbra Swallowed by the sound of silence Emanating in waves emaciated in Claymation of simulated civilizations Crippled from the wings of an eagle’s sundown I bow to no one Let words stage a coup And act in my own scriptures Playing with time like clay in my hands Let me be master of my own disasters Let me crawl through blackened sands Imagine the sun A Greek God rising from Tartarus The tides’ depths of the precipice of wonderous thundering underworld Swirling sterling in its citadel of swelling archipelagos The shell of parhelion gleaming in dodecahedrons Under spiral of barbed wire hieroglyphics in the labyrinthine symphonies unravelling Babel Traumatized in their iron kaleidoscopes The stretching sketch of crepuscular nectars Incandescence of wretched requiem But a speck in the deafening exodus blooming in unison To the fumes that illuminate hilly citadels of velvet and taffeta The jade masquerade of serrated craters to fading handmaiden daylight Fighting for itself blindly amidst the dark sky As if the shadow of a doubt was enough But not
Swallow
Chaos in the phosphorus sarcophagus Sickness moulded by it, shaped and braided by it Monoliths that ricochet Within the echoes of precipice In the depths of a derelict crepuscular sepulchre And stepping over the life I lead Sickle moons that reap a harvest Of northern lights and streetlamps; Piece by piece I build up my war; My struggle by struggle rugged subjugation in the supple luxury taunted by the gaudy angels Of shrapnel molasses and taffeta in the atmospheric meteorites Of northern light biting into the crimson spindling linden trees through the prism of misery Incendiary debris weaving french kissing lithium in its splinter of wrinkles and speckled freckles And knotted tongues that hang like a noose In the back alleys of a throat Of a geysers’ kaleidoscope Wiring violins siring irises in the iridescent wrecking exodus And clandestine wreckage in the spectral genesis of inevitability’s guillotine In the twine of hyacinth Along these abandoned isles of barbed wire; these streets A smiling face Is only (a cover for) The light that casts (out) the shadow of men And I Am neither bright; nor wide-eyed The tears that run from me Down (the corridors of) my face And onto the new moon Are spider lily ventriloquists Of lithium whispering ribboning linen with stygian pigment Carnal samsara in sable Mirabelle Of yellow umbrellas like skeletons of gin in a hello’s gelatin beneath shivering rivers of skin Licking the scabs from the Nazareth of my labyrinths The vase of an azalea crawling its way from off the balcony of my tongue Spitting its seed across the pastures of a dream
Carnival
Gesturing tempestuously florescent Crescent moons groomed of ludicrously illuminating weaving seeds Through intrepid effigies like an amorphous incorporeal porcelain Orpheus In his mosque of phosphorus And his bouquet of mosaics Laid to rest with the bated breath with an ancients’ inebriated breast As the treacherously echeloned bethels’ sepulchres of maleficent crepuscular Separated by the chains of oasis bathing in the masonry of hatred’s jasper scaffolding Baffle the Lovecraftian astronauts Of bloodshot blossoms in the phosphorus autumn strawberry cobbling discombobulation Of terracotta andromeda and mahogany mausoleum In this colosseum of terpsichorean helixes In the heel of a speleothem The wheel of a kaleidoscope’s collage On the bottomless paintings of my awakening in this basement oasis This glen of my renaissance kilometres underground the dishevelled heavens Without making a sound Leaps and bounds from the Valhalla’s hallowed ground My bowels wrapping around the shallows and soundboard of waxing tapestries Clouds of rhapsodic valves In the balaclavas of Valkyries’ valleys of vowels in the cowl, in the shroud Of shrapnel evaporating through the pores of an accordion Metamorphosis coursing through these vorpal tubes Of sinew’s glue oozing through my cumulus Illuminate the gateways of hazel azalea Railings of aliens and the mortar and pestle of extraterrestrials Phosphorescent in their maleficent incandescent Bethlehem Their repertoire of gardens and the bending glen of their hemisphere Peering through the lucid Jupiter’s Into the unknown’s rhinestone heart Starlings of barley and grimoires of harlequin armoires The starlit barnacles of osmosis groping through opium’s fruit Convoluted convulsions of constellations; the roots The lights of a carnival in the marbled barley harlequin scintillation In the graves of sable eyed spiders That kindle the cylindrical infinities that spindle symphonies Among the linden trees
Glen
Beige glades of charades Bare as kerosene in a blur of caricatures Crocheted like tracks of Damascus apples in the caskets of daffodils In the wax lit lax blasphemous abyss Taffeta of the hills; Like a catacomb of shattered bones Cattle javelin with sporadic matadors In the attic of stratospheres Spindling nimbus nimbly with its skin of obsidian like the bloated tongue of umbrage Under clouds that bury themselves in a sterile iris, Licking neon from the flicking lithium of civilizations’ procreation In the weaving serpentine Prometheus Of terpsichorean onomatopoeia
Nest of the Chapel Pew Gardens
My bird; my flower; Coriander of ceramic avalanche Splashing the splintered ashes of a maelstrom; Spangled banner amaranths; Salamanders’ canvas of briars’ nylon horizon Admiring dandelion leviathans within the limbs of a hardwired violin, Life and limb in the schism of imprisoned labyrinthine In the all-seeing eye of a spiralling vinyl’s kaleidoscope Slacked to the moon and back In pillars of vermilion On the shores of amorphous metamorphosis The voice that coils around even an ounce of sound bounding through the fields of asphodel Bending crescendos and breaking its back against the rocks and the docks of Apocrypha, Tweed tweezers, thin needles, pines of the divine cathedral writhe Intertwined in the hymens of dial tone In the binding of clementine’s The talons of a cedar in midnights’ theatre A mausoleum of squiggly twigs like a swig of swivelling Yggdrasil Spriggans of whittling amygdala within the willows of syllables Under branch and lantern and anther’s banquet of anchored rancour spanned in hippocampus A land of sanctum’s sands and gravelly amethyst banners nook and cranny salamanders babble Of cylindrical spilling shillings of cerulean villas in umbilical pillows of armadillo wilderness In the ichor of lithium liquors crystalline with the pigmentation of fascination Whispering in the thin stigmatism of the obsidian winds Of oblivion’s scintillating glaciers Of aether’s naked oasis in the napalm gondolas of mitochondria In the fauns of andromeda Wandering along candelabra and sonatas Of(f) the slope of the east coast A poltergeist in the flail of a maelstrom’s lasso In the Lovecraftian ecclesiastics of a masquerading cremation Of crocheted palisades of a bouquet To a maiden of trailblazing Himalayans In the cradling azaleas in alleys of borealis In the spangle of candlelight, the seashell’s parhelion under the umbrella bevelling candelabra In the mangled fangs of hermaphrodite lazurite lightning Syphoned by the brightness of cypresses lifeless in the embers of December Like singled out islands of wireframe violins Swinging swindled on the incendiary varicose chariots of ferris wheels Ferrymen condemnation to the glaciers of constellations in the isolated wastelands of glamorous Crook and cranny in the hands of an avalanche In the clockwork provocatively esophageal octaves Of an ocean of locomotives Pulling and pushing tossing and turning Jostling hurling and churning the burning man In his lavender labyrinths, In his cavity in the shape of an eaten-out heart An apple within the core of the shrapnel picked from war From the vine of hate; And he is whole again in the pastel of bruschetta, In the treading threads of bustling brushstrokes: In the spokes of a croaking ocean’s osmosis As the flaming stadium caves in arcanum In the serrated glades of a malaise of radiance Seraphim swimming in the serpentine vinyl of a spiral; In the voice of a mixtape sputtering on the rope of an elastic tongue Banded around the width of each note’s fingertips; Flowers, poppies, wisterias, in the back of his throat; Choking on choreography of tobogganing constellations In the crocheted glaciers of wafers of Rorschach vaccinations On the black lacquer of crackling afterlife Spiking the hieroglyphs of spit trickling from the mouth of Gods; My bird, my flower; my God
Jungle Gazelle
Gazelle cellulose of melodies’ archipelagos In a brushstrokes’ kaleidoscope Of opal cornucopia groping for the sophomore of corridors Coral of floral tomorrows coiling Entombed in the bloom of a new moon’s juniper And a single room’s illusion In the cell protruding from the funeral of cumulus Melodies in the elegies of a swelling cerebellum Sophistication in the bellow of a soprano The meaning of madness Gathering itself in the gulf of molecules pooling like fuchsia The splattered paint of saints of oasis Lakes of aether glaciers scintillated by the yarn spun sun In this arcadian bar label of a maelstrom In the groves of ambrosia Roaming poems of pandemonium grabbing at the bland hands of a lavender’s avalanche Pulling itself inside out The entrails of halos in the bowels of Valhalla I am a clover stepped on shedding its candlelit abyss Grasping for Rorschach’s of blackened ecclesiastical shrapnel in a bath of daffodils I am the rose You are the thorns
At the Sight of Nothing
Brushstrokes of a spiralling xylophone’s kaleidoscope Derelict frescos molest the effigies of yawning hallways in the wicker of a piccolo; The fluidity of a florescent flute Of juices in the spruce of Jerusalem blooming from a uterus Loosening the noose of a crucifix From the neck of perpetual sepulchres In the fluid movements of a concerto The hands of the clock conducting in 6/4 times In the spine of a rhyme in the silos of horizons Like bombs dropping from esophagus like a crossbred sarcophagus In the phosphorus apocalypse of Kafkaesque bethels in precipice tempestuous resurrectionists Incandescent wrestling sentences towards redemption’s emptiness The empress of a tempest Embroidered in the void of violet irises Admiring the silences of fireworks spiralling wide-eyed in Nihilism A cypress like windshield wipers Ripe with deciphered spiralling lilacs Under the meadows of parhelion melodies of serenity’s Armageddon Unendingly hallucinogenic To much time spent on nothing To little nothing in the revenue of time
Woe
Elastic Damascus Rorschach pastures Pastel daffodils in afro Picassos Radioactive pastors of astral shrapnel; Jasper asters gasping molasses in the jazz and pizzazz Of ecclesiastical scaffolding In the shattering dreams’ cream of lyrical immaterial And malleable borealis in the gallows of wildflowers Powerful arousal on the brows of carousels Ambrosial oceans face the motionless pit of an open abyss; The pursed lips of purpose Ursuline spiralling chimera of divine rhinestone Climbing the serpentine bibles of the bloody Nile And over the hills of amaryllis Under the umbrella of a cello’s parhelion composing chromosomes As the death wind blows phantasmagorical In its ecclesiastical blasphemy Its obsidian scintillating glaciers of naked pillars’ pavilions and basilicas of amaryllis Of oasis holding up the better end of heaven’s edges; Atlas in their tenebrous oceans of crocheted motion Distorted by the quarries of the church organ metamorphosis As the sound echoes through bethels and ricochets against each bar; Each note a slave to the music; A slave to the dim-lit embers of someone else’s heaven In the hallucinogenic crescendo The festering festivals in the crescent sepulchres of incandescent evanescence In the woven composer of roses and posies Combing the streets of heartbeat with their soft feathered teeth Bite into the earth with their blooming mouths; And kiss with tongue and cheek; rather than to speak; Learn from the flowers; for they are truly of this earth, Merely stepping over each other in a meadow of arms and legs; In a swarm of tourniquets In the serrated hurricanes and sable tornadoes In the veil of azaleas in the maelstrom of all things Paling to the lackadaisical failings of archangels As they flail in the gale of souls alabaster in the grasp of hell’s belladonna Fauna and flora born from the corridors of my mind And the embroidered coiling snake of a heart; Beating the cauliflower eardrums of gods With my rhythm imprisoned by the cylindrical wendigo of surrenders’ archipelagos Where the skin walks like mossy knotted phosphorus Through a corridor of leather-bounds leaving its bone to the vultures; Pretending to be an empty page; In the nest of a fresco like a visceral eclipse In the aroma of soma’s ambrosia tomes Of poltergeists ripe in the rotten palms of constellations And napalm polymerization reshaping the amorphous into corporeal vorpal orchestras That do not pause for your lost cause; Another grinding themselves against the shape of God The jigsaw, the atom bomb, the being, the bulbous foliage of a rollicking carnival Wishing to be sculpted rather than warped; Whittled chiselled and swivelling splintered imprints of intimate screams That went silent in vibrance where it heard its weak gurgle; Its echo’s precipice, Its mirror maze of glades and suspended glens In the assemblage clawing through endless crevices Appearing in this mask I have worn; A newborn I am still sculpted, still warped in my primordial metamorphosis; But cannot feel with this body of lead; This taste of heaven; This dream born into reality, Each drop of rain staining me in the concrete sheets terpsichorean streets that lead me nowhere; But here I am, giving some form of direction Although, I can’t quite make out what they say As they speak through fluid sewer grated matrix In the lake of my hatred face to face with wraiths Wrinkled and wrapped in jasper Crafted from lacquer and the mask of daffodils Frilly with a billion waterlilies of origami stamens bottomless bliss andromeda’s whisper In the aroma of supernova in the wickers of lithium and the tide of a bible; I am born again, and again, to live once more, Through hemlock gospels lost in oxygen phosphorus like a broths of swastika mockingbirds Among the crackling Damascus and the ferns like yearning urns of burgundy torniquets Curvaceous and lackadaisical in their fading halo of a maelstrom In glaciers of aether wafer-thin Spindling (cylindrically) surrenity incendiary linden dreams of scintillating debris Elysian in the deadpan of led man through the gothics The brothel of a mosque of apostles Crossroads of composers contorted in orgies of metamorphosis Coursing through the veins of an ink stain black as a Rorschach’s aftermath In the blindman’s shanty In the shacks of blasphemy Bibles crucified to lay eyes (up)on the hurricanes of azaleas Shoulder-blade craters in the grey earth pay dirt to the wayward aether’s birth; The plains like an aegis swathed over the shoulders of an orchard Born from this orchestra of a scintillating cremation Of a lake of matrixes bathing in radio-waves Radiantly derailing in the galena Like a ribboning tributary of carrions’ wisteria Marionettes’ crest incandescent In the vessel of a bethel’s wrestling notes Jehovah’s ambrosia like clovers roaming decomposing groves in the woes of pandemonium
Violets That Burn to Dust
From a slipknot’s throat Viscous premonitions of a visceral precipice eclipsed bethels of christening lithium Serpents of birches snaking through the wake of aether in the swerving curvature of eternities Insurgency; in the ebbing surrender of tenebrous threaded nebulas In the pandora of accordions in the foliage of tomorrow’s turmoil In the ukuleles’ instruments tracking mud from the phosphorus faucets across the stairs Doppelgangers mangled on the vinyl floors of ouroboros In the tunnels of an undertow; Resurrection’s Nephilim effigies between the trees of cathedrals to reasons’ Elysium Like a neon sign from God in the unpolished hallways of malaise In the pages of braille angels Laced in chaotic crosses crocheted like the glades of turbulent reverberating regurgitating oasis Like a fresco of decibels swollen with colons woven from anthropomorphic torrents Screaming cathedrals ephemeral and ethereal Like a phoenix of the green irredeemable aroma of origami oozing through cumulus And losing the grooves of a moon etched in crepuscular glyphs Of precipice whittling citadels splintering away in this stray note’s maze of sugarcane malaise At the wicker piccolo of flickering Icarus serendipitous With the lithium eclipse ricocheting Himalayans Through dilapidated disintegrated aberrations Galvanized horizons as they face glaciers Wraiths wrapping in the arms the gauze of menopause Bottomless rippling in the abyss like a polyphonic calling card The guitars of our cartilage startling martyrdom in the artist’s garments of Tartarus Ribs of obsidian riving in(-) spires of livewire violets Burning to dust in the rusty percussion of the falling rain Over the scrap metal ghettos of flower petals Like shells of amaryllis under the belltower of parhelion Cathedrals and steeples in rosemary chariots in the blur of a kirk in the weathered desserts In the bethel’s restful decibels crowning the mountains with fingers of trees And their stygian leaves through the reed’s candles and the mandibles of headstones In the groves of possies where crows sing of beestings And the strings of obsidian that ring their ways around my balconies like falcons greased And chapels that wrap around the towering trees interweaving seamlessly And the morgue of morning dew The gorge of an outpour’s phantasmagoria Tomorrow forging its ornery borderlands in the ceramics of a coral cornea Ripping through the eye(s) of the (sun and) moon with pseudonyms Luminescent, blind messiah, sightless visionary, picking at the scabs left behind by time Strands of twine in the labyrinth of amaranths Blinking through the brink of neon Bonded into God’s complete heterochromia And the tower of Babel unravels into the gallows of angels Running through the muddy heavens on high heels Rushing through the plumage of cumulus Blooming like a flower in the valleys of the earth still-birthed from the urns of dirt Strung up the strings and springs of equilibriums Rhythmless prisons kiss ventriloquists Of the brittleness of the splintered infinite Of a guiding hand spanged in the creeks of a urethra Moulded under folding primordial sun
Better
Cremation’s glaciers crocheted in aether Tendril’s pendulum incendiary skim spilling windmill capillaries Gospel of a hospital blossoming phosphorus philosophy From the brothel of esophagus Nocturne’s swastika in the opera of sarcophagus Bethel of a sepulchres’ precipice In derelict molested echelon bonded in the andromeda of mitochondria I’m your asymmetrical precipice Whispering through the bristle of a piccolo’s residual collision course In the cliff of a ricochet In the midst of hieroglyphics whistling twisted misty lithium In the visceral crystalline gaze of a knave’s ladle of Salem’s grains of a hurricane’s mane Blisters of lithium crystalline in the mithril cistern (Clovers of ambrosia soma) Woven into the skin of the night sky I find meaning in creating; Disassembling, repurposing, renovating, Redoing my creations; What is purpose but to change, to make better; elaborate, (learn to speak with cantor); To grow, evolve in creation and to create upon from creation; (To split from one into two; into four; to whittle itself down into something more than one) I repurpose myself, why would I be here if I couldn’t force myself to be better Rusting in the rain What would be the point in this moment; if I didn’t; I couldn’t; Make better the next; What other purpose is there? Than to be better? (Than the imperfection of what has been before) (Than the dissatisfaction) (Of now) (From the bacteria) (To the man) (How can we not try to consume temptation upon the moment to taste ourselves’ at our best) (Hoping then, for the taste of growth?) (Born to overcome, or be overcome) (From the newborn) (To the elder) (From one country) (To one species) (All must become better) (To continue, never stopping) (Dissolving into the shape of perfection from the clutches of nothingness) (Or die from it; for it) (To die for or of the something from nothing’s beginning) (The elixir, the rot, the growth)
Glyph
A whispered glyph; a chiseled kiss Sigil whittling in rivers of viridian At the precipice of edifice; Revolving in the convulsions of celestial bodies Tossing and turning (burgundy) Upon each other in their sleep With the reins of a hurricane tied around their necks In the fleck of a sepulchre Spurned on the jovial motionless moments of a crow’s overdose In the ambrosial dope of the warped incorporeal Dwarfing each other in penumbra The mutter of smothered colours snuggling slumber in an eschewed escarpment, The muddy waters like columns of dharmas In the bottomless abyss of a precipice Resting in maleficence deficient To the renaissance of discombobulation Lacing itself around the shroud of galloping gallows In the talons of callous owls disembowelling hallelujah Fumes of the uvula roosting the crucible of Jupiter Loosening nooses in the wicker of bickering spruces With its oath of symbiosis foaming from the mouth Of aurora borealis in the Valkyries and valleys of cowls In the talisman of balconies breezing With leukemia breathing in the steam of bonfires dreaming Of Elysium fleeing from the bevelling seven seas In the pestle of a bethel in the drought of an open mouth, Incandescent in its sepulchres spectral of ectoplasmic gathering Of ravaged chasms of the unfathomable comatose of oceans Interwoven locomotives of necrosis roving among posies and roses In the clovers of symbiosis and the offer of clockwork Spurred from brothels in the brachial branches of amethyst Doppelgängers; daffodils that pillage the pillars of willows vermilion With the vessels of a bethel In the bond of hecatoncheires winding in the spine in a book of inukshuks In the grail of ukuleles tooth and nail of azaleas Cast in brass and alabaster masterworks of earth and paper wraiths of glaciers Napalm andromeda crepes of aether In the wavering wavelengths and the prancing hippocampus In the prairies of malaria Dandelions of Osiris spiralling wildfires In the incendiary wilderness In the sigil of umbilical silhouettes In the bethel of my sepulchres In the wording of eternity blurring through the lines of my redefined spinal cord Of Ouroboros; an accordion of metamorphosis Birthing itself from my mouth the alcoves of symphoniums In the balconies of chromosomes chronological halogens That crawl through diabolical molocules Of spruces loosening the grip of their syphilis whips of Lazarus And wickers that bicker in the bewitching lithium In the scenery of dreams bleeding through the sinewy noose of a crucifix Rich with the candlewick of Icarus like a second sun spun In the spindling kindling of a spinning river; The precipice of Nephilim echoing through the rim of dim-lit ridged visionaries Of carrion vicariously zephyrs of clarinet epithets In the crossdressing effigies of a spectral dream In the wrestling scream of a decimal’s cream Bleeding through the crowning jewel of tomfoolery In the juvenal uvula of an obtuse mutiny Rooted in the blueish pseudonym that syringe the viridian Crème de la crème In endlessness bending The blends of serenity’s of misanthropy Dropping through the dilapidated hast of the rat race Gracing the ether of onomatopoeia from the great genesis of a pendulum’s ravine herculean Phosphorescent nectar from the crepuscular desolation in the drop of a grandfather clock In Cocytus blossoming in the phosphorus green of a clockwork machine Bending itself in the cellars and wells of an elegy In the ghetto of parhelion pastures Scraped together by rapture’s passionate embrace In the embroidered disgrace In the void of the human race Blooming from the contusion and concrete confusion In the bottomless constellations in the auger of champagne renegades In the glades of maidenhood’s hades Raised hands of insanity’s aether of inspiration Dandelions of empires collide in the instrumental emptiness In the percussion of musculature Blurring burgundy urging from the emerge(nce) of eternity spreading its hands in gambit In the gowns of Gabriel Balancing the phalanx of a clash of Damascus Lashing out from the cracked mouth pastel of melodies Dwelling in the amaryllis amalgamated aegis In the sugarcane glaciers of ravaging avarice In the gaps of chastity and the frame of aberrations Glistening with the riptide of lithium brides Wide-eyed with the kaleidoscope of Goliath Golden brown with the amalgamation of creation Crocheted incandescent with the weapon of a lepers’ crescents Blessed by the divided horizons Eyes of skyscrapers graced by the many faces of nature’s apparitions Dawning on the lobotomy of mitochondrial andromeda Columns of volumes bloom from the sable volcano of a halo’s tornado Twisting and turning its fraternity of Hercules’ broken by the stokes of tuberculosis In the groves of soldiered oceans groping from the glands of salamanders Scraped with the lacquer of aether Skinned by the linen of condominium’s contingencies’ dream in the rhythm’s debris And every fallen leaf in the tempest Endless as the reeds of a helix As it rends from the spiral’s speleothems In the venom of the heavens In the splendour of its cavernous Saturn’s Sprawled out with the sprout of gout in a gorge of phantasmagoria Forecasted by the cardiovascular labyrinth In the brink of wrinkled inkblots in the Bifrost In a cypress of dots like a wyvern of kaleidoscopes Spoken through the roping oceans in the wraith of scintillating aether In the wake of glaciers passing in the canvas of amethyst In the jasper alabaster crafted from the rafters and scaffolding Of the scattered cornstalks of Apocrypha Knotted by the psychotic obelisk of ephemeral epiphany blistering In the crypts with lithium dripping its sicknesses’ curriculum Through the tomb of rejuvenation racing in the condensation Of a pendulum’s condescension Endlessly pretending in the rending of Armageddon’s compendium Wendigos of gold folding phantasmagorical In the formula of oracles storming the boarder’s of my corneas In the venture of my sentience In the sentences of comprehension’s pretzeled fist In hieroglyphs written with the whispered superstition of wickers in the bricks laid by history And the graves of Himalayans in the spade of defibrillation Glaciers of the lackadaisical matrix of crystalline stalls of polymerization Gazing into the basin of all our tribulations Masonry masquerading the fables of able-bodied Protestants And their godless sonnets in the drawl of cosmopolitans Walking the hallways of polymers’ grazing hazel maelstroms In the afterglow of primordials In the glades of our deities praising hades with the lace of oasis And the angels behind veils in the latex spectral and asymmetrical In the wiping poltergeist of a cypress of disciples And the Cocytus apostles that lost there ways through the daze of daises Emblazoned in a maze of Himalayans Hurricanes and layers of everglades in the cerulean greenery And the dreary dream of delirium Peeling the walls of paper wrappings Of wafers in the aether matrix of matriarchal carpets Of barks and buds and twigs and leaves and meadows and petals and breeze and green sleeves Of intravenous bipedal cathedrals that grieve For the beating heart darting through an artist In the blistered abyss of crystalline lithium wickers That lick at the flame untamed in its impressive maleficent precipice Of bethels blessed by sepulchres’ nest In the eclipsed abyss like a labyrinthine embalming Clouds wrap around the chapel grounds in a void of coiling polaroid’s In the gathering thyme In the absence of rhyme And the madness sublime
Fresco For The Blind
Celestial fresco echo through sepulchres The bethels of precipice in thunder’s umbrage Wonderfully asunder the heaven like a dismembered embryo; in the woeful oceans of emotion (Commotion of) Split splintered skies down the middle of cerulean Above the wildfires of mother Gaia; Flowers of her hallelujah ballooning cumulus On her prairies of seraphim like ghostly varicose oceans; The fabric oneness spun in sunrise; In the interstellar yell of parhelion In the meadow ghettos that mellow with dishevelled melodies That bleed symphonies through the roots and reeds of the trees And the weave of their serpentine leaves Like terpsichorean speleothem of green seamstresses In the gowns of the shallow woodlands like canopies of the labyrinthine seed That gallops through the callouses of hallelujah, And the strands of hammered amethyst Whistling sickled through the splintered synthesis of bonfire’s horizons; Isles that rival the chimera leviathans of a bloody Niles’ lips Serendipitous with the kisses of Icarus In the cities of brittle leaved chimneys of stone and wood Wound around each other like tongues that mother each lick of glyph’s monolith of lithium From the anvil of God; And the stones of a chromosome Roaming along the bottomless pit of a precipice The sketch of a crepuscular precipice etched in maleficent nectars like a bethel’s fresco The moon above alleys a medallion of phalanx walking across the crossed edge of the horizon Like a knife that harvests every farming reincarnation In the black parade of everglades like the spade of a halo’s bed of nails I rise From the inevitability of it all I am Among the wreckage of what has been And the dream That has yet to come Its roots planted (like an antidote) Deeply in the vase of this throttled body And I am both (the) flower And (the) soil But the roots will always remember me Until the hands of God that once lovingly, carefully gardened Eden From the cracked crevasses of heaven’s bowl Pulls them from the earth, (emotionlessly, but without rage) And feeds (their remnants to the cat) the stomach of the void to come In the embrace of nothing And the abandonment of nothing Some things Must be left behind, (to settle in the dirt and dust, the percussion of musculature burning away) (The sinew of a flute, the lucid nooses of a Jew’s ukulele) (Flailing in the groves of pandemonium) (Ovulating ink-stained oasis in every lane of grain fed Armageddon under the leather tethers) (Of heaven) (Drudging on in the kilometres bondage polyphonic tonic of black mitochondria) (From the faucet of phosphorus sarcophagus) (Blossoming like a fossil of dead mosques and brothels voiceless and unheard by the churn;) (As it murmurs turbulently in the ravines and tributaries and the valleys and the hills (Reeds of cerulean umbilical cords trilling ventriloquists of fists in the mineshaft of Eden) (The eardrums of God) (The church of forgotten memories where once creation sat in His splendor; in scarred eyes) Before something else Crawls (scuttling) from out from beneath the shadows (cast aside) And (stumbles) into the (precipice of the) light But I am still so Unapologetically now In this celebration; this civilization; of what is coming In the (bomb)shell(s)of what has been Like an atom bomb (dropping beats straight from our broken-in matchbox wickermen hearts) Yelling in the gravelly tone of a house of cards that stands straighter than the back of grown men Unshakable; unashamed; unquestionably Unapologetically Now For what lie called perfect, called better; Is worth having? Is worth listening to Let it trail of the tongue of a sentence And tell me (Of) Just what is better Just what is redefined Just what I am What was And will be And I will answer it with the same eardrum That stomped out a rhythm from words And dirt From the lips that formed sentences before words trickled from the tongue of a (family) tree The forests that grazed their fingertips of heaven a bouquet across the stitched linen of the sky I will tell them of the last heavy lumbering stumps that settled their trunks with the root in dirt I will tell them of the stars that plunked strings from between lanterns of sunflowers I will tell it I will tell it of the world that burned before it I will tell it of now
Until
Spiralling highways of Rorschach traffic over the pits if the eclipse Infinitesimal exodus in chasms of lavender pillars of vermilion and pillows of primrose Petrified horizons that chime Like climbing limestone kaleidoscopes Orbiting amorphous cliffs of serendipitous eclipse In the sifilis eucalyptus In rippling hips of lithium persistently christened in champagne hurricanes That lace the oasis shapelessly with the arms of a napalm god Bottomless omniscient whispering his witlessness In the heretic of candlewick lickerish A clock’s face featureless with its raised arms that reach for stars And grasp astronauts of phosphorus sarcophagus Nymphs of the infinite abyss that kisses the land with its bloodied blooming hands of amaranths Mangled botanical gardens of armoires and grimoires Of the barges of Tartarus across oceans of ovulating clovers In the ambrosia’s kaleidoscope of osmosis Beakers urethra in the peak of antiquity Catapulting oceans unrobing and roping incorporeal In the stoic flow of lymph nodes’ dopamine Like the rapids of graphite in the lapis dilapidation of creation’s aether Masquerading ukuleles in the aegis of a halo overthrown Of distorted thrones pheromones interwoven into wolves of antidotal chromosomes Clovers of zodiacs in the lax waxing taffeta of calf’s of lacquer Wrapped around parhelion pastures In the rapids’ lapis captivated by ecclesiastical blasphemy in the lazuli facets of apparatus Lavenders scavenging amethyst from the dank debris and poplar trees Of cathedrals of Elysium tweezers of bipedalism Linen prism prowling on the wind again With stars of cinnabar scimitars carving carnivalesque In the wreckage of architectural bethels And sepulchres swamped by the constellations That bathe themselves in the melodies of elegies And the swell of a metallurgy’s ghettos vibrato Obelisks of bliss that willow wisp through crystalline castaways of tapestries That clasp the astronauts of thought that knotted themselves In velvet and interstellar parhelion And the flowers of flossing phosphorus knocking on the door of forevermore In the formaldehyde isles that writhing spires of wyvern dandelions Riot through in the rusted new bloom luminous as the jovial crows that spangled themselves With the towering Valkyries that doubt the weaving reeds of tweed And weeding terpsichorean dreams That formlessly orchestrate themselves in the thunderous penumbras of sunburned eternities That worm through the ferns and furniture that blur through servitude’s rejuvenation Polymerization crawling creations through the polished oasis Laced in aether of pixelization’s glaciers Halogens that nurtured pursed lips of hummingbirds and butterflies That hardwired spiralling lilacs in the blackness of drafting scaffolding Primordial as the setting sun that spun itself in a web of words That never heard as azure as the swirling of sterling hurricane’s gaze As it flailed its azaleas across the phosphorus blossoming In the wings of disfigurement Stygian with the obsidian of linen of photosynthesis Infinite as the winters of splintered wickers That clip their depictions in the breath of the (Nephilim) depths of vespers Of zephyrs resting in the blessed resurrection of effigies That weave their way through (spade and) God’s own gaze In the frayed pages of Himalayans aegis Of the pagan glaciers of polymerization in the Bifrost of chaos Frothing through the sarcophagus of cloth tourniquets That jest in the maleficent gesture of ectoplasm Of ravaged gathering in Saturn’s rings And satin pink fringing on the brink of every simple wrinkle in the eye of timelessness As ephemeral as the lyrics of reddened heavens That bend with the whims of disheveled bellowing kin On the craggy twang of an avalanche Among the baubles of cobblestone rows that terraform phantasmagoria Through the oars of expurgatorius metamorphosis In the coral corneas that spore themselves from a mouthed yell In the bellowing parhelion pastures of taffeta In baskets of raspberries flares of caricatures vicarious as the barrelling alstroemerias Barren birds in the blaring prairies Clarinets caramelized Bifrost of a phosphorus sarcophagus Glowing with the tomes of roaming chromosomes A stone’s throw in a morsel contorted by the borealis of a cold chalice; Remarkable; Until
Mixture
The mortar and pestle Sepulchres crescents crepuscular That echo of a bethel’s precipice In its molecular spectacle In endless crescendos Hallucinogenic in its incendiary Bleed through the vinyl chime of denial’s horizon Calves of antimatter Blathering lavenders in the sabbath of a cavernous labyrinth In the guise of an ivory sunrise of wild violins In the flower of a metallic galaxy Roused from the ploughed alcoves of a chrome supernova In roads of clovers like a cobblestone collage Of cottonwood august throbbing in the womb Of a harvest moon in the dusted disgusting lustre Of flustered musculature birthing the serpentine urchins of Hercules Unravelling staccato In the cavalry of rattling satellites And the frolicking squalls of polyphonic halogens And the flurry of a hurricane’s maze Through grey plains stained in halos’ ghost Gales in the veils in knifes of spiralling ivory barbed wire messiah Quills of bougainvillea’s That sift through the celestial body of earth Lifting mists of paperclip ellipsis In the grooves of an avenue’s cumulus I can almost feel the mixture of day and night facet itself within the deep end of the forest The stomach of the gulf I sit stranded on The sharpened edge of green, black, white, grey Flexing my fingers in the wind These venomous dismembered tethers of shredded denim, heavens and devil’s glens Pretending some semblance of a medley’s remedy Like a yelled-out melody in meadows’ parhelion Mithril lithium in disarray cobbling andromeda I see myself as I look at the forest; this mirror; this circus of decay; and brilliance of colour The dead bruschetta shedding evanescence in the metallurgy of winter’s mossy hide Shedding skin like a seraphim butterfly hybrid intwined in hives of kaleidoscopes Spiralling hieroglyphs of lithium mithril sickles Cremation of the shapeless wake of ideations; In creating oasis in the crocheted space of ultimatum’s subjugation And its misshapen cadence The forest is like me; split Stranded, drifting between two greater forces Fringing, straying between the lines of a page Neither one line or the other Drawn out over a large empty space where destiny sits with her head in her hands (Like French revolutionaries in carousel parhelion) Whittling away in on itself Splintered from the world that was The world that will be And out of place wandering along the banisters of a winding iris staircase Or the back-alleys of city Like a monument of stone, dirt, and wood; polymerizing Spiralling within the maze Of the world of now Never quite free of myself Never quite free Bound by destiny or bound to be destined Here I am
Memories
Bethels’ incandescent breath in decibels’ resurrection Collecting decrepit wreckage in specks of flexing depths of echo’s sepulchral nectar In the lapse of wafting ecclesiastical pathogens Taffeta brass and wrapped in the cold clasp of blasphemy In the gaseous black bowels of clouds That swirl sterling shroud with their shrapnel cowls Of little droplets from tossing faucets blossoming against the ground floor Of a downpour’s aurora Mourning in borealis stalactites of jagged amethyst Hanging from the tenements of Everest Chained to the hurricanes’ oasis of a maelstrom Pulling the pollen molocules in the follicles of a flower From out of the dirt And into the terpsichorean hands of heaven Weeding Eden’s weaving seamstress Of carnivalesque vessels unrestful in the bethels of a fresco’s grove Of ambrosial chromosomes in the depravity of lavenders Scattered in the blur of spindling shingles Incendiary in the neon fogs of August’s mouth In the tumbleweed’ing machinery of a million guillotines Swivelling buildings pavilions and citadels of parhelion With the cerulean shillings of amaryllis, Willows and bougainvillea In the village of a heart of cartilage in the vast cascade of cardiovascular asters That cast out the darkness and shed light like a satellite ripped inside out like your heart In caverns of jagged jasmine avenues White with the blackened masquerade of lackadaisical ukuleles In the trail of a mascaraed sunflower Widening in its one eyed kaleidoscope and Its iris of pollen in volumes’ polymerization Gazing into the abbreviation of lacquered nature In the waking oasis with its columns of diabolical stamens And boulevards of caramelized rhinestone Clovers’ pandemonium and roping groping the opal osmosis With crows crocheted in the everglades Among cemeteries of my leatherback thread of December’s edifice In the tethered memories of split ends javelin And unravelling strings all on the (waxing taffeta blasphemous) (Concussions in my flustered percussion brush of musculature unstructured by succubus) (Staining unrestraining ukuleles) (Waning claymore in hurricanes and maelstroms) (Curling sterling unfurling mangled dandelions in the isles of bibles of scratched vinyl; on the) Back of the world I’ll bring (Singed in equilibrium and photosynthesis) (Incendiary as it shines its spineless wind of spirals) (Spurred to the verge of eternity like a vast curtain) (In the collapse of alabaster like a collage of mandala of white and black asters) (That crash upon each other like the oceans on their shores) (Or our bodies on the floor forevermore) (Or the butterfly that finally leaves its empty shell) (To see the sun like a lightbulb in a windowless cell in hell’s parhelion;) (A room illuminating itself black in the shadow of white light;) (Black, and blindingly so;) (The darkness is not so different from the light;) (Blind messiahs that stick to the hull of a nucleus;) (Never leaving the rafters of its jasper scaffolded scarecrow acolytes of a scythe of rapture_ (In the rapids of whitewater-rafting;) (For the men of God know;) (Below the brightest day;) (Lays the darkest night;) (And above the darkness) (Hides the light) (In all its spite) (In a bed of roses;) (A bed of thorns) (Do not ask the heavens or hells;) (For one or the other,) (The coin flips serendipitously in the ricochet of antiquity;) (Crippled by the constant battle against itself;) (The way light creates shadows) (And how shadows trail the mistress light all the way to her earl grey bedchambers of aether) (The convulsing constellations know;) (The Rorschach acolytes, know; of either side;) (The battle where penance and belief cannot absolve the other’s hymns;) (Or of the brotherhood of their smothering discoloured rhythm within) (Of swivelling swim through rivers indivisible dim lit crimson) (From their withered deliverance or skimming the ignorant rims of a sliver of sin) Pillaged of silver in the vermillion umbilical citadels That umbrella and mandala Talons tower with the wrap of scaffolding A steeple in hourglass cathedrals balancing balaclavas of the malleable shallows of borealis Like a wildflower palisade In the barbed wire hyacinth Of climbing fireflies like flecks of perfection in dusty percussion Luscious within the embers and sparks of an overarching carpet In the bowels and towels rumpled by the circumference of umbrage A dozen depths below the sun’s breath in its decrepit bethels Sepulchres of nectar’s precipice Lifting the fires of God like brands from the face of the earth; Scarred and unbreakable in its lacquered oasis of makeshift Ricochets of radiance like a blade the nightshade of Hades Waving in the wind like a flag of human skin; A rag of human whims; And a bag of human sins skinned in the divide of sable-eyed angels blind Precipice sepulchres dawn in echelon of the shell called parhelion Echo of bethels in the Lovecraftian pastures That wrap around ledges and the edge of a whetstone Like cold bone in the afterglow of spoon-fed mornings Of oracles torrents of phantasmagoria floral with the ornaments of coral In deplorable metamorphosis in velvet’s bellow of melodies Shedding tears like a second skin from the beckoning of requiem A setting sun in the edifice of One Waves like crashing eyelashes (or the shrapnel of ecclesiastical daffodils folding primordial) Rorschach their way across the page The same way light; Complements dark; and longs, yearns, for grey children Bated silence on a quivering tongue Is just as important As the spoken thought; spoken That bares its teeth Its offspring (In) The lack of words Decides the flavor Of every volume And every page Gathered As no pages gathered(; scarred and brilliant[ly written over and over upon itself]) (Blacker than white) (That love) Is still a magnum opus In its own Stillborn Way The page(s) that know(s) no love Is not loveless Not at all Although there is no evidence There is still chance; (cause, effect) Imagination The will of what couldn’t be; and What could
Songs and Psalms By R.J Calzonetti
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