Fitzsimons Poems - Poems about Fitzsimons

...A genie's lamp cannot compare, To smoke awoken from my breath, Slithered out in ancient swear, Unshackled life from sudden death. Hear me now in brazen bond, Bow to me, before now still, From......Read the rest...

...I've remembered how to be, And recognized it though, Before I did not dare to see, That it had not been quite so. It was I, and I was it, And me, in neither lie, Confused I stood to ever sit,......Read the rest...

...At last, Education stood to teach. Acres of agonizing memory. Hectares of Hecate, Tripling in advance of nonsense. Peering round and round in vertical cylinders. Spun web-less in a lore o......Read the rest...

...From the ashes of the never before, Lacking symbol, nor take to guide, A Phoenix rises from storied lore, In a portent of thrashing hide. Trumpets are a pathetic symbol, For the lack of mind......Read the rest...

...Density of orchestral tones, Uilleann pipes, Stride along tense and undulant waves, Ripping the past into view. Heat lightening licks my peripheral, With each droplet of sweat from my forehead......Read the rest...

...Sundry torrents ask me for nonsense, Veiled cloaks hovering in cinnabar sunsets, Hovering evenly in evening’s evanescence. Nostalgia reaping neurons from presence, So stress rapes neurons from......Read the rest...

...I smell like pencils in September. After they’ve been brought to that…to the machine hanging on the closet wall where our coats, our boots, our bags, and nonsense lived. You stared me in the eyes......Read the rest...

...Off-beat pulse, echoed heart to part, Separate slime of sweating art. Body but a corpus, corporal careless muck, Limbed flubber army legs lashing ‘gainst the yuck. Mind but memory in meld wit......Read the rest...

...Thrice the night—the day!—both fell to sleepless slumber, But now in Spring, though yet again: The third was three in number. I sense a wince remind itself, Of what it means to be, Instead to ......Read the rest...

...By criss-cross catalysis, Pillaged from memory—from pill. Paralysis of analysis: Stuck inside, and outside still. Eyes locked, No sign, Neck straight, head cocked, Eye-socket lined, Long cu......Read the rest...

...I’m with you, I’m without when not. That’s how much you’ve become. Plastered fabric enmeshed into me. Like drywall, yet to crack, but firm and white. Bare bones make us who we are. I can fe......Read the rest...

...In fact, at first, By fiction’s thirst, To thrust my sight in curse, ‘Tween nurse and verse, For better, for worse, At least I can rehearse. Before the former: A stench in fallacy’s flame, ......Read the rest...

...Mangled words and arcane diction, Are in fact my fiction, Artifacts: predilections, for attention and prediction.......Read the rest...

...I see sun, I see sorrow, Mingled on the floor, A cracking egg, a knocked door, Mangled wealth and poor. I hear sound, I sometimes smell it, Synesthesia knows not whence, A response received......Read the rest...

...Death to you, the same to me, As conscious is to soul: Undefined yet understood In broken words “to be.” Science seeks to word, the other, Self, but not the same, Parts unpaired from pairing ......Read the rest...