Best Osseous Poems

Could I entertain your intellectual osseous matter                                      ...

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"Heeling Mephistopheles" 

murdering crows
flies in on the bow 
of a Stradivarius 

strange webs cleared
from the mind of 
Machiavellian insolence 

insisting life written 
by dancing fingers
pressing monochrome

due diligence for justice
wrapped in blankets of 
cloudy deliverance

tack a piercing 
bittersweet 
entendre

all the ebony wiles 
imprinting jewels 
for stringing...

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"To my belief.." Said the Satyr, perched in an osseous throne,
"The clouds are crumbling! The ocean is drowning! Creatures are inside of our soil!".
And since their heads lay spilled on the floor, it's time for a change of tone!",
Tryptamine fiction fell from their tongues, as...

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~The Greatest Show from Hell~


A circus quietly drifted through our town,

causing everyone here to curse the ground–

where they toiled to set~up their ghastly show.

They passed the town, demonic eyes aglow—

 

~*~

†

 

No jugglers, tight ropes nor funny clowns,

not one living soul– anywhere–to be found.

Not one...

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I cannot love you.

At least, not anymore.
If even there was ever love left in the cacophony 
Behind my burning eyelids,
The osseous cavity that I emptied 
Out like bathwater into the sea.

I am not who I was.

I am not okay with what I have become.
I drug...

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From the Heavens, our vices seen,
stainless, expressionless, push wrinkled coy 
cadavers...

Ancient goddesses sculpting, almost clinging;
diffident osseous perfection,
lest seeking lives,
each draping marble clothing,

don't mistake your depravity, 
for a book or poem of your whole life,
-you scrawl yourself...

Steel sized love, pull hanging bodies;
to the grave, as mankind...

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Mostly it's just gluing bones together
ones found in a well furrowed field
a scattering of empty joints,
undetectable until tripped over.

An iron-age rebar
can be dug for
it will girder one socket to another.

The framework reconstructs itself
emptiness becomes whole
yet still see through.

There are sharp edges and blunt sounds,
they will...

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„hurry up! bring the holy water
or I’ll scratch myself out of existence“
sincerely
your gentle strangler...

...that’s the end of this ecstatic story
about the seasick captain
about the Laplace’s demon
caught in a bigot whirlpool
THE END in black capital letters
a true descent into vanity

but there are still bills to pay
and...

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Yeterli Gelibolu Yeterli
                                       (Enough Gallipoli Enough)

Passchendaele and...

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Bones and their ash remain,
retain and nourish
the under-croft, the terrain.
The meadow green.
Bones replant.

The dead feed the living,
and the living cut down the living
to feed themselves.
The world must eat itself.
This is called husbandry and farming.
It is also called shopping and carrying,
killing, and butchery.
Those that eat only...

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All night he climbs his spinal cord,
up and down he goes
a worker ant
gathering globules of memory.
The bony spine itself
offers handholds for his ghosts.

At each spinal notch 
he enters the swim
of sub-osseous neural bundles.
Images are scooped up,
mixed into an alphabet soup
of alternative realities.

He climbs upward only...

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Some are free floating
they can move on the diameter of a whim.
A few articulate with humor and grief,
others are hinged
so that ears can hear each other.

Many bones are scaffolds
for vision, prayer and procreation.

One hollow bone hums in the throat,
it channels the smoky saxophones
of the mind.

When...

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Bones remain, retain, and nourish
the under-croft, the terrain,
the meadow green.
Bones replant. They are meals for
the mouths of ghosts.

The dead feed the living,
and the living cut down the alive
to feed themselves.
The world must eat itself.
This is called husbandry and farming.
It is also called shopping and carrying,
killing,...

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From the chthonic chasm, I materialize in sarcophagus
Spectral filaments of the netherworld
Spiral in a maelstrom around my silhouette
Osseous structures fracture contort
I ascend from the fecund terra firma
A cadaverous marionette oscillates in a morbid gavotte
Sole rhapsodic within squirming pas de deux of maggots
Serpentine parasites worming through...

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A few articulate with humor and grief,
others are hinged
so that ears can hear each other.

Many bones are scaffolds
for vision, prayer and procreation.

One hollow bone hums in the throat,
it channels the smoky saxophones
of consciousness.

When death comes to nibble holes
into breastplates and ramparts
an osseous honeycomb of memory
forms...

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