Delirium Poems

A Fly Taught Me to Fly

It came like a whisper
on wings too dirty for angels,
a fly with no gospel—
just bloodlust and fire.
I don’t remember the bite—
only the stories they told me—
the brain-boil, the silence
of a body already leaving, 
the baby too lethargic 
to be called alive,
and the ice-water baths.

Above the crib, they hovered—
not angels, not flies,
but entities without names,
bodiless heads

Time Delirium

the minutes linger
the hours gallop by

time starts slow then disappears
when i try to unwind

its fluctuations drive me crazy
without rhyme or reason why

it makes no sense at all
time wreaks havoc in my mind


AP: 1st place 2025

Dawn of Delirium

Freedom ~ an inked kingdom
of macabre mirrors,
a vermiform lie
veiling the vehement suffering
amidst serpent estuaries,
surging within strangled skin,
as if I am the living sin,
jinxed by the crawling creatures
in the lamented labyrinth
of deceitful dreams,
inhaling venomous vapors
rising from the cursed creeks
that failed to caress
the brittle bones of delirious dawn,
where the nocturnal owl
sits, phasing stellar phantoms
on tattered twigs,
oblivious to

drop-dead delirium

if tears of the sun were the metaphorical keys
to unlock twisted trinkets of the searing sky
would you feel the festering forest~
homing arctic orchids within these veins?
or am I to remain detached and numb;
caged in a cursed collision
like an evanescent epiphany 
   of a misled marionette ~ 
   screaming for a cathartic

even worse than delirium tremens

Who claims an IQ doctorial? 
Melania’s spouse who's scansorial
This second act ape
Will all of us rape
As the new D.T.—Dick Tatorial

Monday Off

It’s a holiday weekend, all of the ‘fellows’ have Monday off.
At lunch Wednesday, Lisa said, “We need a throw-down.” 
So, we made some invites and started spreading word around. 
“You know, we all work hard enough, we need to get down!”
We asked for RSVPs, and got 43, for the effort, a decent payoff.

My sister’s apartment

Delirium

Chained to this fear inside 
Feeling like I have truly died
Crying, lying next to your stone
Sighing, trying to let go all alone

This chamber of loneliness inside me
Is making me feel so lonely and anxious
This chamber of loneliness inside me
Is forsaking my lonely soul and I’m delirious
This chamber of loneliness inside me
Won’t let me be free

Delirium

The declaration of love is
a confession of madness.

Real Delirium Poetrix

dreaming the imaginary always
to humanize the frantic delirium
of the crazy reality of this real world

Delirium

Stems resembles worms
While coated in clear raindrops
Upon drenched tables
Sitting out in the open
Of an ever-changing place.

Full Love

we strip ourselves of realities
we undress from clothes
we dress in fantasy
to fully love in delirium

Delirium Tremens

Moody.
He is absolutely blameless
Illogical, moral, and ethical arguments
He doesn't say anything; he simply does
It's conceivable he's behaving reflexively
It arrives, then vanishes
A kid is born and then dies
He lacks intelligence and emotional empathy
And the importance of balancing his relationships
It appears to be cruel and horrible
In both words and deeds

written: May 09, 2022

Deviant Delirium

I can’t tell you how it all started,
That night when manic moon 
Probed and punctured the pall.
I awoke hurtling through space,
Somewhere between ideation and shellshock,
Somewhere between vertigo and inchoate phrases.

I remember redundant circularity,
Premises tumbled into conclusions, 
collapsing onto premises,
A colliding kaleidoscope of real and demonic terrors.
I pieced together feeble fragments of form,
careening, cringing, crying out

Accidiamus

apathy obeys stages and they started very early, 
more for my fault than for any other reason... 
for example when I realized 
that I forgot the scent of the perfume 
of your hands, mother. 
or when I stopped being amazed 
at the magical and logical rotation of sunflowers and, 
a little later, when I simply

Adeity Delirium

the body has receded into a fetus,
imploding in thrombosis
in the parts also inside out
and in the microcosm of the eye
the retina retained a little or not at all
of the color that turned from gray,
from the violent movement of the branches,
from the insane rush of steps outside,
of the blood that has poisoned these worlds now.

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