Deserve

Mutant rodents skitter ahead on
Persian rugs across the foyer
Covered by a layer of
Slime and soot
Shrieking their
Squirrel like kuks.

Feeding on formations of future’s
Gestations in the foray of mysterious
Silhouettes, when
The maltalent never knew
What “deserve” equated to.

SWERVE –
For the same matter,
Their
Perfect.


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ADHD

Within the pages of a story, I
Dreamt about immaculate things;
Just these beautiful translucencies,
Where you’d fuse yourself through
Discolored doors of ADD’s ineffabilities.

Dishonesties suffused inside grandiosities,
Those inflections cattily self-inflicted,
Where you’d be the favored frequency,
Within these conflagrating pages,
Starting freshly chaptered scenes.

This recurring question:
Prone to impressions,
Were we.


Mercury Glasses 

Mercury glasses held in
The decadence of night
By beings inside warped mirrors
Hold up blinking ornaments
To their mystified chins.
Gooey stars drift in whirlwinds
Within redolent aethereal spheres.

Hospices filled with the shunned:
Beggars, lepers, and cunts.
Doors to rooms; gateways that severed
When order had been ordained.

Bleats demoralizing these structures
Warding them away inside antistructures
From history’s censured misadventures;
Hating, disgusted, lamenting at
Pointed fingers; objected.

Holograms of limboed dreams
Limned by dripping reference beams.


Red

A weary wanderer gazes
At the scape that marks,
In permanence, the divisions
Of the land, sky, and sea.

The ship tips in sways
While the bow lobs
In varied feats.

Waters swirl and surge,
While the ship jerks
In unsteady tempoed rocks.

He listens to them slop
And swish against the hull.
Placing his right hand
On metals protesting in oscillation,
Turns and tosses
A floatation device.

Posts That Told

She lingers in unwritten reveries,
In melancholic keys of nostalgia,
Stored in glassy skies
Of tapering biotic aromas
Of hidden wickery treats.

In defiance, she’d ignore
Guide posts on trialed
Threads of treading feats
And seditious nets
Of accidental passings
In regretful inquiries;
Inconspicuous dazes
Of suspended beams
Lost in transfigurations
Of undecipherable glows.

She could only remember
A single sign that read:
“They will always need.”

Avoiding Realities

In hueless coiling shades of morality
Our love is defamed to colorless ideologies
In flux because of a dualistic comorbidity.

Classifying our hands clasped in amity
As existential debacles of debaucheries
In hueless coiling shades of morality

Prismatic bleeds seeping in dream’s reality
Of our love’s gently gripping dexterities
In flux because of a dualistic comorbidity.

The love I held, for you, written in austerity
Unshakable truths to displace the currencies
In hueless coiling shades of morality.

Plastic cups joined in clandestinity,
Filled up with disillusioned remedies
In flux because of a dualistic comorbidity.

We could have admitted it was nothing more than amorality
But, we, I, kept trying to justify it as the chase of infinities
In endless hueless coiling shades of morality
In flux because of a dualistic comorbidity

 

Empty

In retrospect, I should be grateful, for
Being given the chance to witness
Scribbled extensions of undeciphered labor
Where figures posed in lines of incantations
Were carved as illusory caves of historical
Hysterics on breathable skin parchments,
For I’d have never learned to transpose
The technical aspects of applying those
Specific pressures on zinc plated panels.

I should be grateful, that the time I spent
Searching for healing lines weren’t wasted

Then why is it that I feel like crying
When I think of how I’ve lost images of his faces
When I still have these lines that fill up these pages
Even while silent whispers of finally met passion’s keep calling my name?

 

 

 

Then the susurrus of familiar experiences soothe
In how it didn’t seem so vastly different in its birth
In each of those misstroked hatchings.

But it was.