Corvid

The corvid whispered his secrets feared, piercing his flesh with nail; he tried to scream, but could only hear, the corvid’s wicked wail They’re watching you, he knew it true, because the corvid said it so She pecked and poked for the writhing worm, buried in memory’s grume; he could not flee or fight orContinue reading “Corvid”

It’s there

He prays for the crack in the ceiling, to betray the crack in the skyAn ever-present maw agape; its mockery salient, its derision sinisterHidden, but from suspicion, and the winding, wicked words he mumblesIt’s there He prays for the stain on the ceiling, to allay the pain of the lieSplit across time and azure; aContinue reading “It’s there”

Fellow Man Not

Alone, but for the innumerable, in a cacophony of pandemonic howls; he weeps inconsolably, an outpouring for the downpouring Hollow and immovable, akin to those withered rampikes propinquitously poised; one within a wilderness of wails, yet never felled Tremulous and numb, as the thunderous wrath disturbs the brume that consumes him, assaults the superego thatContinue reading “Fellow Man Not”

Fellow

Atramental remiges occulting her light, an embrace from the silver-tongued magpie, lone and sorrowful Stelliferous flickerings perturbing her sight, a clench of the eyes, thrust behind the wicked iron constriction Echoes from the bloodnouns surrounding her plight, a subfusc serenade, mesmeric premonitions of her vagary Colubrine ligatures binding her tight, scales of their justice, pressedContinue reading “Fellow”

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”

Strident brio

He bared his heart with timidity, and with brio was cast aside He feared for marked insanity, with the many times he’d tried The booming beat within his breast, hushed lunacy’s strident calls Until he stilled his throbbing heart, when then those voices died art: Anomalie 7 by Eric Lacombe

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”

Forsaken

Plight unseen within his sombrous haunt, he whispers wolf as not to draw its attention, for it is real in its agency and monstrosity Turned aside, his whispered cries, as part and parcel of an Alicine adventure on his dark side, despite the blantancy of a soul barest lain A horse carriage canters within hisContinue reading “Forsaken”

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”

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”

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”

His rose

The boy would stop to smell the rose When he grew tall enough to reach Abrading his nose upon a petal frayed While he suffocated on the redolence Rooted from his rafter for the dearest of life Suspended by its thorny vine, the hanger hung It was ever there, of his being a part, apartContinue reading “His rose”

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”

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”

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”

Dead things

In this corner do dead things dwell; a stygian hollow hidden from his heart lest weeping abet ablution; a decaying hoard for self-inflicted reminiscences; algor mortis befell roseate osculations, lying cracked & cold, sans sweet nothings & passionate everythings, mere spavined archways of ancient ruins; sobriquets foreign to him, forgotten toxins that no longer dripContinue reading “Dead things”

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”

Obligation

She adores, to her, the gifts he brings When he frees her mind on colorful wings She prizes the warmth when given his kiss The highlight each day that she’d never miss She treasures his calming her current vexation He’s always found nurturing her nascent fixation And she worships the sting of his luscious touchContinue reading “Obligation”

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”

They say he finds

Abrading his eyelids with callous frustration, was enough to draw him away from a particularly potent painting of suicidal ideation Pain has that effect, but it shares the burden of cause, as well; whether physically or emotionally, it buries its claws quick-deep in both Two sides of an allusive illusion eluding elucidation They say, ifContinue reading “They say he finds”

Guilty

He marvels before the irony, feeling guilty for the guilt; he knows, surely, that it is the guilt keeping him alive, an aphrodisiac and a bane staying his executioner’s hand Warning of the wreckage wrought, aware of the afterthought, that this poison in its wake would spread plague- like through the innocent veins of theContinue reading “Guilty”

Mentor

We hide in their minds and look thru their eyes Falsely accuse them with each new disguise Ones tempered and steadfast, you’ll find on the way But they fall the hardest and then longer they stay They’ll try to find ways to set themselves free To the light in the tunnel is where they willContinue reading “Mentor”