Reflections of mangled confidences
In incandescent words
Of inevitable losses
Those who sought redemption
From repudiated horrors
Of untimely hours
In muted reveries;
Vaporized voices of intangibilities.
Airtight metal doors locked;
Unresponsive to patterned codes
Of likely misconstrued rhetorics;
Of queasily relinquished prides;
In quizzical encumbrances
In unrequited diminishing vortices.
Anthropomorphically weighed physics
Of bleakly styled truths
Or exquisitely chiseled fallacies.
Where comforted comorbidities
Of mythological redundancies
And existential deities,
Spouting extrications of love’s yearnings
Hopelessly behind those locked doors
In layered inquiries of reality, prophecies
And connected scales of measured precisions
Of ethically disapproved pursuits;
Pierced valves of barely perceived incisions.
Here’s a secret,
Morality is whatever I wanted it to be.
Modulations of variant frequencies
In cellular flesh matter proportions
In questionable allocations;
Of the soul’s displacement,
Or the mind’s location,
To the point of disdain,
In listening to vain chatter
Of words discerned
Or lost in the ether.
As an alternative.
They come in orbits
Of discarded eye sockets
Of cauterised bleeding runs;
Silent pleas of morbidity.
Plagues of infected victims
Leading lonely loveless lives
Simultaneously scream sardonically.
Vitals vieled vicariously
Through thorough theatrics
Of obvious oblique offenses
Taken from lines of informality.
While the forces of projectile
Vomit spray chunked particles
Of intent, sown in cautioned words,
Disregarded or seen as flexible,
Discontented perforated holes
Miss infrared tracking missiles
Locked on to no beginnings;
Guarded walls of inflexibility;
That hateful order.
Stained hands keeping
It in its trajectory,
Pretending to be blind
To the possibilities.
In excerpts of Baudelaire
And portions of Blake’s supposed prophesies
I witness the possible origins
Of words you once had beautifully sown
In lines of supposedly earnest cacophonies.
As daily berating recollections
Of fluted notes of black and white
Lines and curvatures of symbols
In faulty imprinted flashes
Denote the extricated data
In compressions of glossy words
That were lost in monitor screens.
Whorls of possible glances of the possible
Origination of verses act as caustic reminders
Of the beautiful mechanisms of what remains
As the undiscovered mind.
As the mental cogs of my own
Can only visualise
The script at
Idly, I sit on a carousel,
Watching the world spin
In rudimentary patterns.
As embryonic tethers
Of feathered monuments
Flail in the wind.
The weight of bouldered physics
Heavily maintained on shoulders
Promise inevitable collapse.
Manipulative appraisals of blame.
While definitive decisions
Were made by disconnected bodies.
Which statuesque hand
Carried the weight of
Preemptively decided factors
When adorned repetitive
Processes chose paths
That severed connections.
Volitive redundancies for the sake
Of preferred lettered emanation.
Is the quasi-stagnation of happiness
An invalid motivational pinion
For what you’d call the calculus
Of your archetypal scheming mind.
Does another’s broken wings
Surmount to nothing
More than obsolete passion.
Is there no other road in which
Your wicked heart can travel.
The words you spelled on these pages
About how your love was undying;
Feathery words that held no weight,
As your prophecy of never
Comes to fruition.
Folded into dreams of alien communication,
As one of the best and worst things
That have happened in my life
And then I smile.
And then I weep,
As I am reminded
By one of the reasons
I love you,
Samples of parses in particles
Leave me wanting, craving, desiring
To devour your soul
In the encryptions these symbols hold.
To your edificial existence.
Write for me your inner being
In a waste land of letters;
The gyri and sulci
Of your nauseatingly
I love those moments
When you speak
And I don’t understand
A single word.
You have no idea
How beautiful you look
In those moments
Maybe you do.