Oh That?

In response to emotions,
Inchoate vehemence,
On it’s defences, draws
Out it’s knife.

A single misstep,
An incorrect utterance
It implores,
As it utilises sick secrecies
On those “outside of me”.

Human. Human. Human. Human. Human.

I am.


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Despite Warning Signs

With weighty shields
Held up to hunched up shoulders,
She rides, inside inversions of
Javelin games that preceded
Fanatically styled themes of
Prevaricated controls
Within previous experiences
Within emotion’s scents.

Wracked with regrets,
She sought evidential proofs;
That a life riddled
With loopholes
Did not, in kind, deign
The deranged,
That empires had been
Wrongly assumed.
Then, decidedly, estranged.

Her discontent in vulnerabilities
Proceeded by winged frenulum strengths,
Fraught in her gossamer threads,
That could’ve been avoided
Had she stopped to think for a bit.


Biases

The distasteful sustain
Falsified numerologies
That endlessly flirt.

With pestles and mortar,
Favored remedies are
Replaced by odious
Repugnances of tenuously
Replicated tries; unmenacingly
Crushing shriveled up petalages
Garnered by unadorned windowsills,
With withered strips of dates
Within beveled borders along
Fluted reliefs; wonders of
Precisions inside forgotten memories.

Distorted ambiguities of misdirected
Communications.


Chasing Crazies

Onslaughts of treacherous rains on fords
Enter into orifices of insidious grey plumes.
Errs of swelling gutters spilling over edges,
Erroneous gushes of sawdering hushes
Emitting from meticulously gathered pools
Upon roofs under iterated statuaries;
Yanked out weeds from garden beds.