A marionette of the void
Aware of the needle like strings,
Stranding on the edge of light
Yet covered by the veil of hollowness
A woeful homunculus, gazing at the abyss
Categories:
homunculus, feelings, grief, light, mental
Form: Free verse
Emaciated test-tube mutations
Raised apart in pristine distillations
Conceived in dexedrine celebrations
and the crazed, ecstatic inhalations
of the professor’s choicest pheromones
Right-angled, inverted, and star-spangled
Drained and dangled till their nerves were jangled
Nearly psychedelically strangled
Quantumly, at a distance, entangled
On celestially balanced microphones
Their unproven kaleidoscope harmonics
Haywire mk-ultra histrionics
Phosphoric rhapsodical symphonics
And their backward time-lapse polyphonics
Transcribed on interstellar xylophones
For homunculus scintillations
Splintered, syncopated oscillations
And desperate mute gesticulations
No one beats those galactic sensations
Our own mad-twin Splitzmodic Vibratones
Categories:
homunculus, music, surreal,
Form: Rhyme
Ago I watched a woman coax
A fellow back from death.
Sand clung to the drowned
Man's shoulder, briny fluid
Dripped from clustered hair
Breath pushed lung to throat
In that moment inelastic life
Crashed back upon the dead
like a shadow tsunami
A curl of pale and bilious gas
Fumed from chimney nostrils
Solidified in black to wight
A crowd appeared though I alone
Observed that embryonic beast
Queasy, shivering afright,
I marked its flight beyond the foam
And with a sudden acumen
retrained my sights on death undone
Anon the surly imp invades
My repose, persists, cajoles
Courses as the Golden Horde
Across the spear grass steppes
Lodges of despondent darkness
Curtains drawn in masquerade
Where to the sopping man, renewed,
Removed I have no honest clue
Yet, with Lutheran conviction:
Beware the mirrored urchin clone
Loosed against our universe
Deceptive doppelganger who'd
Concuss humanity, earthbound
Sedate the benefactor faction
Throwing shade across the globe
Foment a foul and frothy chaos
Their like exists, implicit legion
Homunculi, contrary of the crowned
Categories:
homunculus, corruption, dark, evil, universe,
Form: Blank verse
Homunculus
you thought it would stay in one place
adopt a contented pose
lounge languidly by the fire without complaint
nor ask for more than could be given
little did you know this thing
had a mind of its own
and was after all
you call your own
soon you were working for it
meeting its capricious demands
with no compensatory gratuities
stated or implied
-- an ad hoc arrangement
made on its terms
not yours --
other possibilities were pursued
to no advantage
most were closed to further inquiry
the homunculus clung to the web it wove
spun round a routine that met his demands
along with a free lunch that was not discussed
now you’re out the door
on the street
looking back at a brightly-lit room
where visions of poignant scenes
fade into misty shadows
David Sermersheim
Categories:
homunculus, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Long ago in the not too distant future, whence temporal tense was but a phase,
I found myself afloat inside my head, from where I feared I'd fall within its haze.
Trapped by the door on the ceiling of my cranium's oubliette,
Where light had broken yonder windows worn by Juliette.
The pneumatic nebula of neurosis had bubbled and bursted in form of wicked psychosis,
Inspiring psychiatric summons and prescribed pills privy to such professional diagnosis.
Schizophrenic entelechy of the dopamine dripping upon a scalp's sedated skin,
Had enlightened my mind to see that which inside had neither yet to end nor to begin.
Varieties of verisimilitude art had been invited by the venomous arriviste,
I became to seek in euphoric ecstasy; the self of which those swallowed does consist.
And whence the nuance of unrequited redamancy diverted its loving chance,
Entropy of the heart entrapped me in its congestive and failing rhythmic trance.
Alas, the serendipity of ataraxy has been stripped from my cold crying hands,
As I'm shaved into a homunculus machine ticking on an untimed glass of sand.
Categories:
homunculus, addiction, death, depression, emotions,
Form: Couplet
Torchfire and brimstone heaven then rained down her might
Inch by inch, from within, without; she ascended
Into being, breathing ; bathed in an eerie light
Humming energy, cacophony crescended
Distorted features and the body contortions
Backward motions propelling her ever forwards
Crying out the songs of her many misfortunes
Proceeding with gentle preludes, her loud forewords
Creeping on all eight limbs to her master, she stole
While he shakes with fear or denial, grave mistakes
Seven elements made her body, but not soul
Tears in his eyes, as a hardened heart crumbles, breaks
Still bodies buried, her soul sent to the abyss
Like a patchwork chimera, his homunculus
Categories:
homunculus, dark,
Form: Sonnet
In our house divided
Serpent swallows its own tail
Hiding under eaves from caustic rainfall
Slithers from relentless hail
The herald’s horn blows empty
Bannerless with rusted brass
As a pathway twists to nowhere
Sunken boneway through dry grass
All the bluff and bluster’d daytime
Shivers in the nighttime’s chill
Hidden faces in the shadows
Perching watchful on the sill
For what man sits in judgment
Calling out another’s fall
Basking in a liar’s sunlight
Wallow’d in a darker thrall
Joy and laughter in opaque beakers
Homunculus sealed in a jar
Bottled hatred feeds that stranger
Fallen angel, falling star
Or are those moaning whispers
Merely boggarts of the mind
Niggling in the deepest recess
As collective psyche must unwind
Will we receive divine forgiveness
For all the evil that men do
Or is it just a sideshow
Freewill drama in god’s zoo
Remember golden summers
Warmer breezes, taller trees
Laughter floating down a hallway
The way it always used to be
All the shining moments
Burning ashes from the past
Smiling faces loving touches
The moments never last...
Categories:
homunculus, loss, love,
Form: I do not know?