alpha
first, beginning
calculating, enhancing, computing
be-all, God, end-all, mentor
rivaling, approximating, watching
last, ending
omega
Date: 10/31/2021
Categories:
approximating, creation, poetry, words,
Form: Diamante
Bits and pieces of your heart and soul
bits and pieces, fillet and sautéed
for the sad amusement of cruel men with mindless erections
Who snicker and grin
as they lay you down on a bed of nails
Naked and anesthetized
for the purpose of insensate insemination
s and feces, from hearts without soul
s and feces, from cruel little boys, masquerading as men,
with pointless erections, who grimace and sin,
As they fornicate and fail
Naked and cautertized from the meaning of erotic sensations
And that is: sweet tender love and kindness
approximating Divineness
Which the sad woman is so longing for
and the little boy is running from
Categories:
approximating, abuse, anger, angst,
Form: Couplet
Midnight chimed day assassination,
sudden as a brain haemorrhage,
star-stabbed by psychotic pins;
issues aborted of carbonised wombs
blacked streets, tar-slithered.
Recovering drunk, cold sobered,
imaged upon liquid plate glass,
appliances dormant and flower-pressed
beyond his ghost,
whiskey tears wept prior sins.
Crying within for little or nothing,
the once embryo of the thing he became,
or that reflections now seem
more tangible of look than
he would ever feel again.
Invisible sackcloth mantled the bones,
he wore it well,
his future path paved ashes
to some place in the dark,
the equation lacked love.
So the dead can walk, he observed,
approximating signs of life;
and so well he knew the dead,
they whispered catechisms in his head,
for he only ever talked to himself.
Categories:
approximating, life, lost love, sad,
Form: Blank verse
Midnight chimed day assassination,
sudden as a brain haemorrhage,
star-stabbed by psychotic pins;
issues aborted of carbonised wombs
blacked streets, tar-slithered.
Recovering drunk, cold sobered,
imaged upon liquid plate glass,
appliances dormant and flower-pressed
beyond his ghost,
whiskey tears wept prior sins.
Crying within for little or nothing,
the once embryo of the thing he became,
or that reflections now seem
more tangible of look than
he would ever feel again.
Invisible sackcloth mantled the bones,
he wore it well,
his future path paved ashes
to some place in the dark,
the equation lacked love.
So the dead can walk, he observed,
approximating signs of life;
and so well he knew the dead,
they whispered catechisms in his head,
for he only ever talked to himself.
Categories:
approximating, introspection, life, sad, social,
Form: Blank verse