vertical, this vertigo pulling at lips dusky corners, beseeching. hand-me-down run-around doe eyes, darkness. timber, pine cinders wind the clock upon mantle counting time since before war or two for me, you. This diffidence is feral, infantile. Claim the field reddening grasses tattered flags, satin. linen you lie in hyperbole distance color of indigo weeping softly, so soft, as to capture whisper fine mesh chinois filter sound to only meaning. sagging braggadocio quiet politicos sign double entendre. Where now will your breath go? keep it slow. ever, ever so very low. image courtesy of Pinterest Continue reading low
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
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.
It was the best of times and we all had a bottle full of promise. The summer was on and full; iron in the blood. the sun was big as were the dreams we shared on our sleeves. the picture of beauty was Hope Sandoval singing Fade Into You on MTV and we were all looking for that one person to dance with. We ended up jamming together for a while through a few LollaPaloozas then went separate ways. I can’t sing and I don’t like to rhyme, i’m not much of any…one. If there somet….stuff I could say I … Continue reading ’94
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
I don’t care what you are I no longer care what you need I sicken of watching you watch Me. your breath stinks of prison rations. I’ll find turbulent times and flow. conjugal visits form crust on memory of your albatross. it’s heavy, the lifting up. a crime, concomitant with verse. this need to nurse failure is a sickly pastime. choke on our dubious catastrophe. half alive, have a laugh about the sheer volume of venom rushing us toward a destiny of mayhem. i’ll keep up, i swear. 2, plus too many revolutions, we resolve to revolve around pantomime. if … Continue reading watch me.
I think, I think too much I’m a little bit paranoid, I think I’m breaking Maybe it’s in my blood Got a pain that I can’t avoid, I think I’m breaking down Hate every single second, minute, hour, every day Person in the mirror, they won’t let me feel a thing Keep me focused on my problems, I’m addicted to the pain Everybody’s out to get you I guess I never noticed how it came creeping in My enemy emotion but I can’t sink or swim I say I’m feeling hopeless, they give me medicine They give me medicine, they … Continue reading OP’s TSotD- I Prevail
What do you do when the drugs Stop working Comparing tastes on dirty floors Deploring my condition Subtract from addition Equating minute ventilation Fear, always fears, tidal look at me through bullet hole lens shudder, shimmy, shake do a little dance, make that face you know which one the look you cannot fake steak a claim here, sure just know mining coal is dangerous. black hearts and black aces never be this high again glue ill fitting piece onto patchwork soul tributaries take us downstream starting to feel like worthless, worth less than I get tired of tryin’ you become … Continue reading afraid to
confluent with winter’s moon my internal discourse with you leaves me a gibbering mess, so very real yet imagined as I haven’t spoken to you in years. I still find I pantomime the flower of words you left, unforgotten. I’ve grown callous to groans from under the stairs I left some things down there, unforgotten. I’ve become accustomed scent of Asian pear jasmine in air, unforgotten. cups of tea honey shared in garden flames spared, you rest unforgotten. Continue reading Moontide and fire
Quid pro quo Clarice. The money is gone up your nose. Pip pop tip-top running rabid sideways on the sidewalks singing kill kill kill the poor along with Biafra. Paint them taking tainted terror and feeding the pretty demons. Gift the shift of religion to the little lambs you are recounting the sordid legend of political Zelda for. See the whites of their eyes and frown down upon the frailty. My finger gun blasts a hole in your understanding as you sit shaking out the burnings we’re too cowardly to give a name to. Ascertain the relevant odd job backlog … Continue reading Quid Pro Quo