Nameless

Why does he bother… deprived duende, marred by a sombrous mien, building bridges with deadwood, in a language he alone speaks; farouche, and paying the tolls to navigate the ashes yet to be, hopeless to redefine that synecdoche An innominate one, extending his naïve tongue for the whim of a wafer, an exegesis literatim; marginalizedContinue reading “Nameless”

Doll

Layered psychoses swelter her brow, helter-skelter sans clemency of a breath; nested neuroses bombastically loud, she’s a madness of matryoshka dolls; infinity mirrors of dwindling sanity, bearing distant truths of her diminishing self; the taunting homunculi with unreal expectations, synchronize chides for Platonic perfection; this ephemeral Form of unattainable need, is found unapologetic in theContinue reading “Doll”

The foundation

His light slinks away through the dormer down, cowardice cleaving an ever present foundation of atrament; the vagabond splays its seductive lumen, as shadowed steps abet its getaway; the down- ward darkened stairs impair a festinated chase to the reproachful hardwood below; he watches the trail of unrequited repulsion, lamenting his apathy to follow; swaddledContinue reading “The foundation”

To continue

He couldn’t write to save his life, evidenced ad nauseam; nor would he want to burden words with such an execrable chore It wasn’t writer’s block, no – not that he thinks he deserves the moniker – it’s rather akin to a nietzsche niche There isn’t much that occupies him, though he’d come to welcomeContinue reading “To continue”

Jigsaw

They told him, with pride, to pick up the broken pieces, instructing him first which ones to let lie Striven by a delusion to justify failures; evidenced by illusory jigsaws, their incomplete pictures Putting together those remaining pieces of his h-e-a-r-t and s-o-u-l, has left him only another h-o-u-l Where the sewage of draining happinessContinue reading “Jigsaw”

Oblivion

Swallowing laments, coughing up stained glass, her voice is lost in the shattering barks rending the silence in twain Vitric dust settles in layers of carmine remorse over bare feet and choices wanting; painted into a corner, and into oblivion Ocular leadlights with cames of tear, a cranberry gloss no longer rose, reflecting life, herContinue reading “Oblivion”

Amble

Closing gaping open wounds with tiny searing nooses Stitching burning questions in lamentous deadman sutures Itching ambling fingernails in obeisance of their masters Tearing at the sentient seals withholding all the answers Flaying scarring keratin with mindless zeal abide Knowing flowing remedies are hiding just inside art: by Paolo Troilo

Wild horses

Drawn and quartered memories Wild horses on unbridled courses A whipping fury of tails and manes They, reigning without reins They, unsaddled by saddles An unbroken stampede of nightmares On anger benders, biting the bit broken Bygone woebegone won’t begone They, the slaughterers They, the rider renders art: Four Horses of Apocalypse by Lorenzo Ghiglieri

Integrated

She deploys her apparitions in forward ambulation, and watches with desperation as they carry out their vocation With her imagination, in each direction and interaction, she’s intently searching for an end, to her crippling life retraction Spiritual substitutions feed her relentless observation, investigation into the world, a long sought integration Each ghost has her ownContinue reading “Integrated”

Petulant

A doting son, a distant father A gulf of petulance between Taken for granted, disenchanted A landfill of shoes to fill A landfill of time to kill A lonely son, a father deceased A gulf of emptiness between Grown to contemplate, appreciate A curio of shoes to display A curio of time to dismay art:Continue reading “Petulant”

Wasted words

He writhes and tries beneath the watchful oaken knots bleeding down the panderous wooden doors They silently listen to his silence, but react only to the tumult of enamourous heartbeats behind their truer sides Imperfections in the window panes warp his warped view of the painful imperfections he’s been shown Dissecting his reflection, and othersContinue reading “Wasted words”

Not be

The searing reminders of innate fallibility, subconscious pillars of darkness wept, supporting the crumbling azure high Recurring rejection in sobering plentitude, feigned adulation for favors in the interim, naught but nothing remains There’s no escaping the erubescent sear, holding sway beneath the eyes, from consuming the hymns of songbirds There’s no escaping the being inContinue reading “Not be”

Mad Kate

A severe widow’s peak favoring aquilinity, nested over a murder of crow’s feet clawing at her eye’s marge, with fresh, lunatically hewn laugh lines creasing her etiolated countenance, these lineaments on her face presaged those on the page; her fingers vomited words in widow speak, while anoesis urged the violence in her closing strokes andContinue reading “Mad Kate”

Silenced

He tires of the magmatic struggle, the viscid tiger crawl of liquid basalt enveloping his head; The vertiginous plume consuming his vision in a latticework of soot, smoke, and sorrow; The thermic surge, a thigmotropistic urge, seeking to enflame his fuming faculties; The sweltering seduction of fervid lips, brushing his cheeks to glowing rubescence; AContinue reading “Silenced”

Conniption

Bleeding out from self-inflicted conniptions Deafened by the ear-shattering report of rage Jabbing and stabbing, craving and staving A shudder in the stillness of vespertine Another epilogue, for another volume on impuissance Midnight eyes, rain clouds in her sky, staring at the ceiling Asphyxiating words dying in the air Reaching out from self-constriction, limply hangingContinue reading “Conniption”