Waste for the worthy Crimson maggots lead the way Fodder for raptors art: (untitled) by Zdzisław Beksiński
Monthly Archives: April 2020
Judgment balcony
A coquette twirling mother’s example around her finger, Tying the tongue of the boy’s barely broken box; Wrapping him, too, like a string forget-me-not An elder, one hand with a cane, the other in another’s, Floating painfully along the aromatic, springtime lane; They’ve no roses left to smell in their twilight stroll A child’s displeasedContinue reading “Judgment balcony”
Death sentences
My afterthoughts, these ghosts, they’re different than what I intend I have trouble deciphering the muddled emotions infecting my veins I parade them across the wary pages, hoping they’ll connect But they receive little fanfare, and offer no relief or intimation Most eyes don’t grant a courteous glance Many would rather a pall cover theContinue reading “Death sentences”
Maybe she’s bored
There is razor wire woven within her demurity Cunning, in the way she knowingly inclines her gaze And even when her hand is caught in the bell jar Her hypnotic onyx locks invite forgiveness Duplicity parts her saffron lips, like an abattoir You can see the honeyed lies drip bloodily on A red nail betweenContinue reading “Maybe she’s bored”
Notable: a companion
His shirt, liar’s scent With oaths to quell his darkness Her dawn, never come art: Your white shirt by Monika Luniak (this is a companion piece for Notable (Apr2018), of which I was recently reminded; and with which, is richer)
A moment’s piece
I close my windows to deaden the world Evidenced in every inhale and interaction, there’s nothing here for me There’s no welcome for the unsmiled, only mislike and mistrust I, pariah Energetic children frolicking wildly in the park A dog loudly greeting the stroke of a sunbeam Bromidian neighbours chatting with animated alacrity All assailContinue reading “A moment’s piece”
Elysium
Straitjacket with a bow tie, cocktail dress with a grin; he was made for savage deeds, and she was made to sin Slaughter under the spotlight, bloodlust beneath the moon; each kill brought them ecstasy; while each thrill waned too soon Born still, her labour bled him, performance center stage;her will he seeks to favour,Continue reading “Elysium”
Scarecrow
The crows’ feet clawed for freedom, before the feathers began to fall; lineaments that stretched to birth and back again, appearing without portent or pageantry; they suffered in their company, memories left for dead, and tragedies that wouldn’t die Then tears alighted, black as sin, from his dank and vacant windows; they swept to andContinue reading “Scarecrow”
Sharing Our Truths: The truth – a.d.matthias
Originally posted on Brave & Reckless:
The truth is… Very little has changed day to day; they are still empty, the rooms are still empty, the soul is still empty; alone in a home, no bother for even light, save what pierces the tightly shuttered blinds, preoccupied in the darkness by a broken record, and…
The means
Courage ever sought It was inside all along The means to an end art: (untitled) by Zdzisław Beksiński
I am naught
I am more than breath and bone… I am invisible, the interstitial; in the onslaught of existence, I am the space that bears dismissal; I am the ink in the blink, the prose never read, the praise never given, and the truth never bled I am muted, the bitten tongue, the trapped gasp of lifeContinue reading “I am naught”
Plea
Hidden while he hunts Lonely finger to lips pressed A plea for silence art: (untitled) by Zdzisław Beksiński