It’s so dark, can you see me? Under the neighborhood Everybody’s sleeping Because the dirt feels good Fingers getting thirsty Stars that drove him mad Everybody’s dreaming Everybody Bet my brains I’ve gone insane Bet my brains I’ve gone insane Shut me up and throw me away Sacred blood running through my veins Do you like your hands dirty? Are you ‘fraid of the dark? You’re like the broken toy That nobody wants [?] don’t look down Nobody wants to come down You have to fall to touch the ground Nobody wants to come Bet my brains I’ve gone insane … Continue reading OPTSotD-Starcrawler
Most deeply honored to have my poem ‘Hope, Resignation’ read by my friend and fellow Sudden Denouement member Jonathan O’Farrell. Here is a link to the original prose. https://ramjetpoetry.wordpress.com/2019/04/01/hope-resignation/ Please visit the talented Jonathan @ https://misterkaki.blog/and take the time to enjoy his work!! Continue reading A Reading of Hope, Resignation by Jonathan O’Farrell
irreverent telepathy soak my sins in mahogany let us invite the morning turpitude waning, decorous choral indignation suffering, a final note hung in hall of disregard phylogeny of manic regret we can fall no further than now place your pawn be wise, condemn us for you will know our fingers are for aching harmful sensations, this kiss unwanted. but i bleed you with ragged breath swallowing holy water imploring death to come and love me, misogyny. image courtesy of Pinterest Continue reading mahogany
Comes and goes, this human condition in form of song and arrows scatterglass and primrose. Forgotten lessons relearn’ed all fears made soluble saline, and erosion last one to be saved find death in memory live with dying entente trace sacred promises in condensation upon windows and doors faces and floors caught with naught, except misspellings, condemnation a wolf howls pain wolves howl our names wind knows our shame in caricature, above windowpane rain is always cold hear, chanting chittering how do we survive malaise and madness copper burning, obstruction swollen knuckles whiten holding on for, oh dear striving for knives’ … Continue reading Come, come no closer
I. Temper temper temper Speaking 31 flavors Of madness, you stalk me once again Dance in iris tourniquet Titan Breaking through seals Make the deal A Devil sits at my table Progenitor of pale hollow The air in here is casual A callous malice whispers Pressing upon all the dreams Dying in the cracks Of the floor II. There’s a model of your bathroom from the old apartment in my heart where you live. there’s a deal with a Devil on my mind why is negotiation such a grind in this place there’s a Giant at my table talking about … Continue reading I.II.III.
existing in a word kinetic reaction of a soulsearch; follow-up interview leeched through stone fetch me water, boy learn of your elders wipe spittle from my lips that’s disorder, sir Krav maga of difference bring your dead down, low now to the river head down, eyes closed you can feel swelter, festering around wound locale of bindings, bound to feel something other than Pouring circles of salt and charcoal Lost count of your Seleucid era walls of Jericho restored to glory Bitter, sweet are you counting, By the riverbank gather, Making pigments from blood Muddy importance with indigo Dance and … Continue reading after all fail us
it never was how you know Lord sees your side ways backslapping, fools errand running in whiteout conditioning grace to meet maker’s storybook end. all of it was for naught nothing but pyrite misfire echoes a face unforgivable, forgotten by time falling sand in a glass blown into being by lips of godless song hovering above a happening it felt like something we do not have words for. it never was what you see always what you feel at the center. start a heart, extinguish a breath you have kept secrets. Lord’s mercy don’t mean payment won’t be due. now … Continue reading none of us
hey Brooklyn I heard your voice the other day radio man said that you had made the Big time that’s mighty fine for you hey Brooklyn how have you been? I can’t sing but I though I’d write you a song how are you holdin’ on we’re too far gone to cry now we’ve been too long apart. seven and change since you said goodbye the future always seems to pass me by it’s lonely here I thought I’d let you know never wanted any tears or sorrow not from you maybe, that’s partly true I kinda hope it makes … Continue reading hey, Brooklyn
The absence is fertile Cinder and wormwood oblique in caricature masque of navel peach engraved forbearance in an expression impression upon gaze become volatile, season of sundown. Bathe austere in bright color convene covenant, prayer coronal lost god 7 steps meet portal fear tread forward mete out sacrifice lay among lion and lamb lead, beg or follow choice begets meaning harbinger of reckoning. Slip slide grasping fall quiet shattering solemn vows in honor an exchange fruits’ pleasure ring around poesey storm moving swiftly toward shore. image courtesy of Pinterest Continue reading Excandesco
is it ire or indifference. we cannot speak in this manner to find out, dragging far too often this palaver of emptiness. harried, spear-tip tongues will lash with effort. i may fail again but a smile finds my face. a caustic dark, concurrent with a river of shit bleeding profundity. my bones have melted into forms unfamiliar and God has turned my ankles, so i limp as a foe opened upon foreign shores. stoned in bat country, my vampyre is a sulking bitch, chewing the fat on my shoulder. makes everything blurry. understanding is a slow death, change is gonna … Continue reading ire or indifference?