Empty, too

Empty table, blocked entry to the tower of babel Empty chairs, silent interrogation from vacant stares Empty plate, I scrape the fork to stay awake Empty wall, save shoulder-shaking, shadow shawls Empty room, though scent of stalking nightmares loom Empty breath, no sound to suffer or oxygen left Empty chest, no spirit haunt, or ghostContinue reading “Empty, too”

Carrion on the carousel

Frustration rears its peerless fear as fearless peers move forward; unveiling avarice and hubristic expectation He turns away his longing gaze in a forfeit of forbearance; while life flies by, his skin crawls to flee the flaying Hidden eyes can’t hide the lies, when time torments his tender flesh; through tempestuously violent slipstreams The galeContinue reading “Carrion on the carousel”

The ring

The ring, everlasting; sometimes, unbidden, he can feel its annulus metallic chill, the phantom sensation and horripilation of an infinitely symbolic, twisted lemniscate; an unraveling thereof, which is no less forever When möbius memories turn aback, he’ll depress the hoop seeking an idyllic, rockwellian innocence, one that he was never comfortable wearing; a pressing reminderContinue reading “The ring”

Swaddle me, Suffer

Swallow me, Sorrow That I may choke on the rotten soil in vivisepulture; fodder for the screwworms, fare for the dermestids, swell the bellies of scavengers with the fattened tormentors, yet spare me the escape of peaceful death Punish me, Misery Bruise and abuse me in my isolated tenebrosity; give no quarter, spare no skinContinue reading “Swaddle me, Suffer”

Symphony

Still I feel a symphony of agony, though the blind see it not; consumed by self-serving inter- pretations and cheshire duality, a moment not taken to vivisect nascent dubeity for the benefit; ensconsed in backstabbing morality, mercurial quicksand, planting seeds in a wasteland, only to witness the struggle; honesty would bear fruit consentiently, yet theContinue reading “Symphony”

The box

Dust in a box, uninteresting save its progenitor; in truth, a mere pacifier for those grieved souls Redwood blonde, lined by age, once a titan of might, now molded into an honorable death, at Its behest Lifeless plaques, shiny tchotchkes of distraction, adornments scarred by dates past and words empty; Human constructs, ill-befitting records andContinue reading “The box”

Spaces

He paces throughout this prison, barred by the abandoned spaces, only remnants of remembrances, naught remaining in periphery breathing subject to parsimony, being always reticent to continue, heaviness of heart to aching joints, he can’t embrace the empty spaces rather he zealously oppugns reality, avoids the missing yet not unseen, at the mercy of theContinue reading “Spaces”

Void a void

The stalwart walking chalk outline, a bone-white sillage swirling behind, in a dramatic paisley murmur of aloof pursuit; his barely throbbing corsage sheds its wet petals for a burgandy- pasted path of disenchantment; my steps slow in the crimson sludge, as I desperately grasp at the beckoning cloud; chasing Plutonic perfection, what I was meantContinue reading “Void a void”

Needlestack

Overwhelmed in a subsumption of rapier steel, a slender stalk of hay in the needlestack, every eye encircling him in judgement; each piercing their displeasure in a mental bloodlet, no hand would brave the chromium cage that traps his bridled rage, lest they too be lashed; no way to thread an escape, he sets toContinue reading “Needlestack”

Perfect storm

Enveloped by nubilous darkness Transfixing the lightning seams Entreating, bolts for forgiveness And a coalescence of solidarity Deafening, the raucous thunder Rendered silent by a lesser man Listening to every transgression Synchrony without and within Consumed by torrential offerings Pouring heart and passion forth Inundated by tearful effluxion Drowning in sympathetic remorse Touched by theContinue reading “Perfect storm”

Turmoil

Bloody knuckles and broken heart, barbaric breathing in tender breaths, uneasy lies the head that wears the frown, weighted memories, life bereft; wall of innocence, dotted hue, departed love, the vacuum filled; fester, blister, boiling blood, dawns the night in unexpected bruises; now with eyes, the wall stands judgement, mock the man in swelling weakness;Continue reading “Turmoil”

Serenely sleep

sweet smother, serenely sleep the shadows sense wherein to creep a raptor whispers secrets keep slip away in silence masked madness, molly please free of freedom, binding frieze foolish hope on mindless seize alacritous alliance when upon an umbrous sleuth awakened awe uncovered truth overwhelmed with unctuous ruth rebarbative reliance tripped and taut, cataract gleamContinue reading “Serenely sleep”

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”

Emphatically

With thinly veiled testosteronic verse, you think it’s poetic prose, but you’re just a poetic poser Thrusting your priapic pentameter rather erratically, flexing your lazy wrist and tumescence emphatically You think the louder you write, the more they will listen, show them your manliness, force your muscle to glisten well word slinger, words linger wellContinue reading “Emphatically”

Obtusion

Obreptitious obtusion, a brume blurring periphery, turbid blinders marshaling the focus of roaming attentions; phosphenes dancing for distraction, a seductive temptation to engage mental vacuity; his defense mechanism hiding horrors and masking merriment – horrors in their own right; zoomorphologically thrusting his head into the sands of time, waiting for the remains of his bodyContinue reading “Obtusion”

Careless rant

To care, about anything; anything in everything, looking for a reason; a propensity for nihilism, but without really caring if there is a purpose; thinking in circles, corralling the dragonflies through rings of fire, writing one down before one of you expires; anhedonic submission, blank stares, habitual nods, and smiles seconds late; forgetting to beContinue reading “Careless rant”

Notorious

Hers was a notorious disease, crippling. The lamb’s slaughter for most, the lion’s share for those whose madness was brought to bear; until they too were brought to slaughter. An existential blemish, she found nary equipoise nor heartsease in her quotidian quiescence. An only child sans a brother’s stillbirth, whom she always supposed was theContinue reading “Notorious”

Mystical

Love, a spellbinding; when then the incantations abruptly end; what remains is the shockwave of a mystical ensorcellment nettling an atavistic hunger to consume that which is beyond the comprehension of the charmed; an addiction to the enchantment who answers no worship, obeys no ritual, and rewards no sacrifice; it grants only the illusion thatContinue reading “Mystical”

Epiphany

An ineluctable epiphany taints the morning air breathability, a noxious duality bearing curiosity and causality; too inquisitive to mould his nascent suitability, too unmoulded to warrant the necessity of equanimity; a purgatory of instability, his isolation and its unsustainability, embrace taciturnity or be silenced for all eternity; a boiling proclivity perturbs the surface of moralityContinue reading “Epiphany”

Thin

It’s thin. The paper lying before him, and the paperweight’s skin resting upon it; the depth of the graphite pressed into the albus page with the apathetic exigency of have-tos and owe-it-to-thems; the kerning and strokes of the languid letters barely scoring its surface; the flimsy wording and porous reasoning behind a veil of half-heartedContinue reading “Thin”

Rock and a star place

Constantly pulled into one direction, confined to a pale blue dot, rotating madness beneath twinkling, watchful eyes; forced into submission amongst the beauty and the beasts, a natural penitentiary of providence protecting the universe from undesirable conquest, torturing by temptation with the escape beyond reach; caught between a rock and a star place, ever resignedContinue reading “Rock and a star place”

Dahlia

Dahlia layers, a flowering fractality Repeating redolence of sensual scents A silken shroud of multitudinousness Fragility in exquisite equilibrium Petals cascading from a pivotal universe Floral fireworks on a spherical sojourn Lustrous lava flows consuming its core Centric waves of satin, ad infinitum Perpetually pulchritudinous perfection art: by Jackie Jacobson

The writing’s on the hand

Staring at textures of skin and light, shadows and scars, painted across a topography of vein and bone, he sees an age-worn, sorrow-torn, hirsute surface whose rivulets unerringly circulate life that remains teasingly beyond his grasp; out of reach, this life, with its promise and potential, augurs riverbeds run dry, fortunes forever lost, and theContinue reading “The writing’s on the hand”

Zombie

a destructive maelstrom of sudden revelation, cast her into disarray centrifugal reactions over violent questions of her love, recherché irrational repudiation of secret somethings, a cognitive decomposition taciturn demeanour of nods and nothings, left cause as pretermission confiding in no one, granting no absolution, thus rendered dead inside chaotic incredulity, marked mental devolution, unliving thusContinue reading “Zombie”

Zugzwang

Turbid sludge coerced through ever constricting jugulars, thickening with peculiar particulates; a dreamcatcher gallows whereby esperance was strung until still, whose relics there yet hang in derision of their host; spectres of malcontent haunting in compunctious preoccupation, an arterial ossuary of sacramental wolfsbane coagulated in bloodwine; a straitjacket of skin taut to tearing, confining theContinue reading “Zugzwang”

Dirge

Inward dirge, humility’s mile… Mantric disdain, recalibrated for insanity, a congeries of bone and flesh where then hatred dwells; Cords of frazil – twisted ruby liquorice – taut, icy ribbons transporting choler; Systolic tensions reverberate in echoic pizzicato, timed percussions for this soul’s requiem in æternum; Quiescent imprecations chivying volatile verses into concussive choruses; AContinue reading “Dirge”

Integrity

His mind lacks an integral incorporation to be a contribution to sprawling society, its integrity weakened by saints and sinners, lay splintered in vague dormition An autodidactically caliginous brume festers this dibilitating, deleterious haze; a cataract of anamnesis and presence, an opalescent lens opaquely eshewing rose Fostering his subversively caducous reality of acquaintances and acquiescences,Continue reading “Integrity”

Retrospective

Mired in retrospection nary a decision could be made Wired by circumspection never in progression will he wade Fired upon synapses ignite the trangression with a spark Pyred within memories candlelight suppression now it’s dark Gyred by apparitions haunting reparations end is nigh Tired of self-reflection willful separation time to fly art: The Apotheosis ofContinue reading “Retrospective”

Broken

Stained glass, handmade Rufescent shades in shattered blades Red arroyo running deep In hemoglobic homily A broken mirror of nonpareil odium Despise the two derisive eyes staring back Seething sotto voce, curses and hatred Handmade stained glass, picture putrid Spur of the moment, spurn of the moment Now the eyes, they number seven In bloodshotContinue reading “Broken”

The din

The unexpected presence of a new voice rose through his darkened din; it is crystalline and promising, frightening and unobtainable Wayward imagination will choose its usual ruse ere he’s disabused; one for which he unerringly falls, evidenced by his halls of fancied fallacies Is that simple gullibility or blind intractability? Is it desperate esperance orContinue reading “The din”

Movie night

Moonray nocturne at sweltering dusk, sweat bedighted lines from the pale actor’s whip, rake his torso Obdormition onset by ignavy, recumbent on his bed, mesmerized by the spinning blades overhead The rotation mingles with blueish hues and shadowed cues; dust provides the grain in this 16mm strobe A movie projection flickers to life, of life;Continue reading “Movie night”

Tombstone garden

Imbroglio bedlam – madness wing, twin windows barred behind a wilting cinquefoil Twisted linen ropes escape each, abseiling to the tombstone garden where within the pistil presses Genuflect beneath sacrificial temples sullied by questions, reverent before silent halls unadorned by answers Guiding the supplicant hand of god to take a life, to free a lifeContinue reading “Tombstone garden”

The forest path

He once walked the forest’s path beneath its saber arch, listening to the march of crisp, falling leaves in the distance, electrified by the banshee wails of crickets keening through the trees, lulled into serenity by the songbird’s reverie Then from a voluptuous horizon, came she; variegating his dwelling in silvery pendalogues, poetical prisms, andContinue reading “The forest path”

What is the reason for being

Happy people aren’t trying to mock you Happy people don’t even notice you Or they fear being swallowed by the likes of you Couples don’t hold hands to smite you Couples hold hands to be attached Or to keep the other hands from wandering The woman isn’t parading for your eyes The woman is paradingContinue reading “What is the reason for being”

Pendalogues

Pendalogues of lamplight Falling down the stony stares Tripped when realization dawns That no one really cares Swaying absentmindedly Inured to dulcet voices Hollow in the lamplit room Immured by darkened choices – ◈ – Pendalogues of madness That feed the freshet down below Turn crystal pools of sadness To sanguine shores that overflow NeitherContinue reading “Pendalogues”

Invisible

The shadow, swallowed by the darkened corner The below average, bringing down the curve The dead, overshadowed by the crying mourner The straight-laced, out done by the crazy swerve The teardrop, melting in the scalding shower The single note, dropped in the concert hall The whisper, lost beneath the voice of power The mighty tree,Continue reading “Invisible”

Between the lines

Note: this is purely conceptual and silly fun, evidenced by itself… Read between the lines To know the secret lies Or you’ll be left behind Don’t miss the hidden cries Where words pretend to fall The eyes won’t see what’s written They’ll never say it all When with just the words you’re smitten But understandContinue reading “Between the lines”

Fret

With blood encrusted fingertips Beneath her shattered fingernails An unbreakable determination Fills wide her billowing sails She continues to fret the layers Each stroke deeper than the last Ignoring those, unwilling souls To see beyond his troubled past She knows what lies behind the pain Of his brick and mortar pall And soon she’ll pullContinue reading “Fret”