Long Parallax Poems

"Artificial Iris"


Orwell was lurking in the background, somewhere;
the dream was eerily familiar, 
the words and their meanings, read in Syntax,
once read between pages of hardcopy in school 
were aptly ignored - 

however, 
our Overlords were...

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Though all are blessed with eyes to see,
Eyes never lay sight upon the seer;
No retina perceives the seedling
beneath its iris.

Ocular nerves sense Occam-ented pictures
Of identity: portraits framed by
Ourselves, Us, and Others
- Whose eyes perceived whole
But...

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Colures transposed orbits closed whence derive the rains of rose?
Across million mileage magic and magnitude are striding
O'er holistic horizon svelteness and smoothness are sliding
Meridian framed parallax tamed whither swash the rains of rose?
Spray by spray,...

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Delusion and Reference 
(Paranoia) 

Once there was only one, not fun, 
So then this became two, did moo,  
But my mum thought there were two, 
There was her, and then guess who, 
God said...

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Do you see the two about to kiss                           ...

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I'm nestled in daydreams, safely tucked in a halcyon haven
away from the stress that greedily feasts on me like a raven

My Utopian realm offers a peaceful kingdom; a sanctuary
where there is no arguing with any...

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Stop
Shedding and sowing
Begin bracing for burning
In land of melting
Pots

Was
The crews parallax
Of the trees
Which conceives
The lumberjack to
Saw?

Timber!

Reviled
But adored due to bark,
Chopped down and chastised a log mark
Famine yet fervid mouth of hell,
“Rollways”, or “skidways”, dread logs...

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TIMES PERPETUAL TROUPE
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS



Ever wonder, if you are a member of a troupe 
Acting different roles, yet never leave the loop
I often consider it possible, when I have a Deja Vo
Ago, someone else was...

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Clickety clack, it's alright to say,
 time doesn't stand still,
as the train clickety clacks away.  

Time never stands still,
 no, no, it can't and never will
rolling on these beaten tracks; 
 the train keeps...

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THE HOSIERY MYSTERY
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS


We Hear of Mighty Ships N Planes That Suddenly Disappear
Never to Be Seen Again in Spite of Searches Far and near
We Hear of Entire Exploratory Groups Vanish Without Trace
No Evidence Is...

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The emptiness I feel
In the life I lead
Can’t fill and steal pains that deal
Blows I seldom need

In the air I breathe
In the lungs I possess and the stress
That assails the disbelief I loathe
In the witness...

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I've been driving for decades.
A yellow Buick, deluxe convertible circa '51',
the model with the three-speed manual transmission -
8 cylinder.

A deserted desert diner. The door creaks.
I'm a doppelganger of myself.

Tomatoes fry on a skillet.
I throw my...

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That tiny pause to skirt the truth, half-reals you'd paraphrase,
The subtle softly spinning gyre of cunning in your gaze,
Vague reflections from your skin - a shedding, sheltering plaque,
All concerned syllables sent swiftly bouncing off your...

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I had been driving for decades.
A yellow Buick, deluxe convertible circa '51',
the model with the three-speed manual transmission -
8 cylinder.

A deserted desert diner. The door creaks
as I enter,
green tomatoes fry on a skillet.
I throw my...

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I've been driving for decades.
A yellow Buick, deluxe convertible circa '51',
the model with the three-speed manual transmission -
8 cylinder.

A deserted desert diner. The door creaks.
Tomatoes fry on a skillet.
I throw my Panama,
feed bread into a...

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By Mark Miller © 12/09/2014

Divergent views across vile crest waves smile high the creeping crawl
Vacant recall behind will's fate corners awaits prodigy built city sprawls

Fearing furious memory's cradle under moons momentary falls
Departing sun drain dendrites...

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Beastly burdens of life
Millstones round my neck
Not that I malign my wife
For in my eyes beastly burdens of life emulate a sneaking snake

Writhing on the hard road
Through life I travel
On my head perching an abnormal...

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Dogged In the pursuit of truth
Science writes text with bone dead words
Worse parched than extra dry vermouth
Oft as tasty as rancid curds.

Keeping terms tight as verbal shields
Description is the task of prose,
The draft horse of...

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A wild wisp,
bound by a vile kiss.
A rogue thought,
bound by flesh and an unchaste heart.

The parallax of bliss..

An outcast shut in.
Withering in distraught.
Die blessed, you stand in my cold rot, 
Your flow taught.

Beckoned by a...

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Superfluous dialect doth vomit in regurgitated deglutition,
Whence the pleonasm prohibits a prose's poesy inhibition.

If thee refer to the thesauri, and lexically thy dexterity shall enhance,
Mayhap then thy ken shall apprehend these subsequent words, perchance.

The four-dimensional...

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Must we go beyond 
the black holes of burned books ?
The flight from the edge of circles
leaves the dust behind.
Inside our wings are embedded 
the years. In the sky 
we must part. The parallax is...

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And suddenly understand you're underwater
Flapping, snap-coral beneath someone's paradise
Bung-lusting rope towards parallax sunslick
then smacking the sole of your swollen left foot
with an empty Coke bottle, the driver's advice
While cursing the urchins in firstling jerk Tagalog....

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The said hieroglyphics drove into the night,
Racked up its mystery, then parted and swiped,
Bellowed at suspicion and candid eye sight,
To foster fomented a reasoned parallax, piped.

Left to right, oppositely for contrite poise,
Firm doors open keen,...

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Is this the heart I'm meant to see?
Is this always what I would be
When you looked deep down into me
And I thought I was free?

What was human then?
The perfect lie?
The ways we'd always try
And fail...

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"All a man really wants, is a girl who looks good in a bikini."
- Jack Freestone


Grounded in gender 
A slave to testosterone 
Driven by primal feral instinct
Dormant remains our soul
Heart not yet love inked

Now, a...

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