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Nay, despite failing to make the grade,
this bluesy well red, duff mute
average white band hit,
hard knock school alumnus
jack of all trades master of none bumped along
pot hole cratered steep pitch
while riding the bus
bullies skewered kosher me all, cannibalized
carte blanche timid ego
brandishing exacto knife
threatening jugular, cuss
sing maniacally pulling out all stops
going headstrong for this doofuss
Embracing premonition making me mincemeat
vis a vis via, Atilla the Hun plus
Godfrey Gordon Gustavus Gore
after diet of worms
as hors d'oeuvre hug guess
if given a choice, would prefer Loch Ness
monster, or the whale that swallowed Jonah,
either t'would be a quite im press
heave feted feat, versus being poached,
roasted, skewered burnt alive
perhaps sautéed to feed additionally,
the Gothic (Jacks sin) five
the latter adorned with
Bandolier prototype, whence they would jive
to Vandals mess sigh ya,
these last yet another contra band
to play on command, or risk not being
he gee beegee bing a live
all thee above iterated blather spluttered
as punishment against revive
ving human sacrifice by pence hoove lee donning
a new jersey wordlessly trumpeting, and strive
ving assiduously as a one man lobbyist,
and aye willingly negotiate
to take more'n one wive
even though that would be big o' me decor,
thus a last minute reprieve given
without axing por favor
and black keys handed over
to Holy Roman Empire in hoar
rubble ruins (over the Weeknd), thus brutish nasty,
and short tempered surprisingly
(boot not prematurely) ejaculating bon jour
foo fighters actually (grand
aery an nah - did a three sixty)
feting me guest of hun or,
boosting self esteem, the first time
since being a kid in a candy store
which poetic digression
did make quite a dee tour,
and bringing detente amidst marauding
village people hoop reef furred war.
Prognosticating Present Plight...
Perhaps Preset During In Utero Protean Stage?
Reviewing, sans my life
and arduous hard time
lock, stock, and barrel on regular basis,
and of late composing
this, that, or another rhyme,
now I acquiesce past
trials and tribulations
contributed positive, and
negative effects, yes prime
air really prepubescent nexus
with entering seventh grade,
sobbing and crying at bedtime
leaving Henry Kline Boyer,
a miserable yet sentimental clime,
one romper room class schoolhouse
entering Methacton, what seemed
crushingly, frightfully, incredibly humongous
(actually, not an exceptionally large
learning place for hippo campus)
nonetheless mine fragile psychological
state cannibalized by anthropophagus
mailer daemons conjurations analogous
to mythological beasts avaricious
even slim picking morsel - satisfactory,
this then overwrought extremely anxious
bundle of nerves burning with arsonous
punishing self treason backlash atrocious
reaction kindling tindered
self destructive spark rampantly autonomous
ruinously, quintessentially passively,
opportunistically audacious
hell bent on mortal kombat
to a starving slow seditious death,
this no matter auspicious
native intelligence, capability, aptitude...
now entertain notion
suicidal seed avaricious
since...commencement when fertilized ova
simultaneously begat barbarous
biological blastula birthing blasphemous
counterproductive stealthy burglarious
itty bitty kamikaze blitzkrieg
spewing, issuing, and garnering
hollow weaning cadaverous
sole son foretelling calamitous
alarming father and mother
necessitated immediate intervention,
the instinctual innate calculus
attuned to soundless clangorous
foretelling stoppable death knell
relieved, through aggressive copious
life saving measures, nonetheless deleterious
repercussions hobbled me, disastrous
behavior seeped into lifelong existence!
The breast of this dada heaves
with remorseful painful ache
as if...the insides of my body
into a bajillion pieces break
though anniversary of birth,
I intended to write, but... did rake
akin to hot coals, an overwhelming agony
wrought urgent compulsion to slake
expunging sudden onset, shook me awake,
how this papa brought years of heartache,
upon an innocent newborn,
oh no...definitely "not fake,"
and her elder protective sibling Eden
(understandable not to forgive), - who lake
(like) an "uber quasi mother"
did welcome thee with a fair shake
(twenty Earth orbitz ago February 4th, 2019)
metamorphosed into such an adoring, giving,
and loving lass unbeknownst, when she did make
her debut (passing the
Apgar test with flying colors) for goodness sake
cuz, I betcha you studied while in utero,
thus said standard assessment involving intake
and outflow of breath
as seconds old infant piece of cake,
and unexpected eruption of despair,
thus found me sinking into melancholy air
and compounded as "mother",
and I became aware
how cognitive skills
(additionally low body weight) clear
lee delayed triggering screaming
bouts from thee dear
special Punim, and
oft times this papa flare
with frustration and volley with
reciprocated enraged voice
imbecile and juvenile antics of mine clear
lee heard outside 1148 Greentree Lane
neighbors possibly a grizzly bear
broke loose from the zoo,
or other beast escaped their lair,
thus prompting me to post a sign beware
of the ferocious father, and dare
to enter at your own risk,
and do not forget to mutter a prayer
lest ye be swallowed in one fell swoop,
and nobody would hear
from that person again
cannibalized by Matthew
Scott mailer daemon,
whose surly mood embittered by rare
stints of employment, otherwise we lived
dirt poor surviving on diet of worms, I swear
to be totally "FAKE",
but hyperbole to lyft shaky spear
writs.
Discombobulation hammers (sic) kills, lacerates, peppers...
tuckered wayfarer
Blitzkrieg cacophony debilitates Earthling
spiritually, mentally, emotionally... castrates
analogous post traumatic stress disorder
status simulating shell shocked warrior
dizzily descending darkening dimension
aghast - weakly ejaculate wherefore art thou
Elysian Fields?
Mine skeletal atrophied, diseased, gnarled...
once muscular flesh now awful blight
trumpets, dons, bespeaks... existence
regarding barren toothless anchorite
desolate physical environment
offlimit superfund site
mirrors equivalent condemned
toxic physical body quite
piteous, hideous, atrocious...,
this human bag of lovely bones
can barely, limply, scratchily... write
forbidding natural geography might
best demarcate courtesy skull
and crossbones bleached white
optimally reflecting feasting
carrion did delight
post mortem cannibalized habeas corpus
can never know where Edenic Garden
bloomed ah... magnificent sight,
nor reckon eyes me
how poetry doth not excite
forever striking living daylight
emancipating soul joining spiritus mundi
relieving tortured corporeal skiff good night
amidst abandoned, desecrated,
gutted... wasteland rendered might
of mankind quest to tame and temper
breathless fecundity kickstarting
rejuvenation linked to potent Gaia despite
havoc wrought regenerative force
repurposes deadened muscle and cellulite
unbeknownst decomposed organisms
comprise yours truly, nor what bright
transformation new life subsequently results
will kindle, snapchat, tender... excite.
Inky Smoke twirls and dance
Its smoky Polka amid a sea
of horror shows all projecting
their shadows upon one and all.
Amongst grinning goblin junkies
Amongst grinning toothless fairies
downing drinks of dead desire
the smoke is not the only
thing to creep in
the stench of new attendees
enter the frying pan through
the fire.
Suddenly there is an uproar
A hag's scream pierces the smoke
a ghoul chokes on a bone
the reminder of something even
more sinister then themselves
has appeared. Through the
suffocated windows of ash
comes the radiant light of a
new dawn. Reminding them
all of their lives, of the next
day to come.
They pack it up, all shuffling
back to reality as the cock chimes
Nine
Echoing upon the cool breeze
lifting out smoke and stuffiness
Exposed is the blood stained
floor, wood and decayed
a victim of alcohol spills
and termites. The Black Rats
scatter over cannibalized
carcasses, trying to find their
dens again.
The bar tender a troll of
ignorant repute, grinds his
oily teeth as his apron
drips with the screams of
goats and children
He scrubs down the floor
the tables
the Bar
the Alter
Gone is any evidence of the
night before
except I suppose the stench
that can never be done away
with
A constant reminder of the
Night
only faded from memory
It will return
It has to
As the cockroaches file
back in as they always do
to the dance of smoke
She waits,
eight black spindles joined at one end by a pivot, a compass.
Each pinpoint balanced at the intersections
of self-drawn polygons.
Legs jointed like the fingers of a skeleton,
deft, dexterous as a harpist.
Body in two sections with ample abdomen,
the African who carries the water jug on her head.
Or an Indian, the untouchable with her caste mark,
the microscopic grains dropping through the hourglass
like drops of blood.
Blind, she has the surrogate sense of a seismograph.
She would feel a disturbance in the web
were it only a thought.
Never mind she lives in a dark corner
as devoid of light as she is of personality,
she needs neither.
She does not look as the wrapped body of her cannibalized mate
as at a gilt-framed photograph of the dearly departed.
The egg sac is not a silk-lined bassinet,
the hanging ornament
to all her future hopes and dreams.
She is absent of frontal lobes,
moralizing modifiers,
second thoughts.
An instrument of logic,
mate=food
sac=young,
syllogisms minus all prepositions,
additional excess cargo to be jettisoned
as the dried shells of devoured prey.
No welcome mats on the front step,
no settees in the parlor,
no cunning seductress with scarlet claws.
Only a modem waiting in the spaceless black.
Our wall clock chimes midnight
You’re still frolicking away from home
I cry rivers of tears in the wee hours of the night
As dreams we once shared away they roam
Far, far, far away to a distant abyss
Catalyzed and cannibalized by a heart of rock
That feels nothing of the feelings I miss
Cos you’ve found a new chick on the block
To steer our vision away
From the home where you once sought and brought peace
As you and I from altercations away we did stray and stay
Praying to God as our succor and comfort source
Now, distant from those heady days
We cruise and hurtle at high celerity to the edge of the precipice
Where ought to find ways
To escape despite the chink and crease
Your escapades have lumped on us
To tear our hopes, our dreams
With neither cuss nor fuss for the onus
You’ve dumped into reckless despair streams
I beg you to reconsider
The stance you’ve taken
Because of a few drops of cider
That have us mistaken and broken
Unless, God forbid
In the worst of circumstances
You should persist in the sordid and putrid
Path to cling to noxious acquaintances
With deleterious consequences
To the future you and I share
Despite chasm and distance sequences
You’ve created without for us any spare care.
Church bells muffled on Sunday
Whispered almost silent as people glide in to pray
Inclement weather conditions toll a long good-bye
Blizzards come with mounds of snow on a somber curve
The fallen collect themselves inside as worried souls
Leaves completely freed from trees become detached
Cannibalized by savage storms clawing at their back
Long stripped of life they could not last the hour
Too weak, crisp, loud, to cover up or hide in quiet
Laid naked, bare, lost innocence and mystery devoured
Oaks stand like towers emptied of themselves
Hollowed out holes by age that grow no more
Webbed fingers jut, twisted from the middle
In competition with the holly house in white
December stretches to the distance warped
Trees become skeleton warriors fighting back
Howling winds wrapped in Winter sin
Blowing south on holiday wishes cold
The congregation leans in to sing a carol
They fill in spaces made by Christmas conjuring
Limbic Liminality:
Souls expand
Like bones crack
Thunder through the circuitry
My mind
Pine needles aflame
Death rolling circles through life
Some strange dimension in an eye-lash
Killing time like a synapse
The void folding in like a spider web
Love cannibalized
Something more profound
Twilight madness
Dionysian dances
Snow white eats Eris's golden apple
Drinks her own beauty
A third eye pops right out of her skull
Something vampirically visceral
Like a wandering pentacle
Stitches of fate
Giving in to Entropy
Dissolution elates the universal sense
Pain crimson in a sea of Nothing
Dancing in spite of everything
I dive right into this quantum space in me
Limbic Liminality