Whispers of fingers an apparitions touch
took residence inside my mirrored bones
frantic rationale is a skeletal destination
crunchy landing of hard fossil dust
This sad beast of remains stands low in the sag
dry tears of sand drips down to mandible mayhem
its remnant clothing, phalanges hanging in defeat
while random flutist sings it's hollow tune
Fleshly hand, the kindly reach gazes in piteous questioning
living site navigates the reflecting path
the maze door answered with a riddles remedy
the skulls slow lift, the femurs rise, the mirrored ripples open
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*Merriam-Webster.com Dictionary
“Facetious” joking or jesting often
inappropriately
fragments of memory cling to my skin
like wet cigarette smoke -
rumors of midnight rainstorms
in the flashes of a gaudy neon sign.
mangled wing unfurls like a twisted umbrella
on a desolate highway,
misty landscape of shattered dreams -
foggy-eyed fairness, luminescent pyre, loitering.
phalanges grasping for purchase
on the slick precipice of a ruptured drainpipe,
as the pipe's raucous laughter echoes threw
cypress-lined alleys and deserted highway margins.
blackness of a darkened peep show captious,
a dolphin's perverse smile glint in the darkness,
an afterimage of unadulterated ecstasy,
as it slid its sleek flesh up against the cool glass.
promise of forbidden pleasure,
an octopus's silky tentacles
guiding the dolphin's exploratory tongue,
a slow waltz of surrender.
then snap—!?
punch spine.
floating up before being brought under,
eating its own seed.
Downplayed it's impact in it's infant state
Threw more bones of decadence for a better taste
Satisfied it's insatiable hunger and thirst
Took notice of it's growth, couldn't care less
Marveled of it's becoming, as it brought in a companion to "nip in bud" the solitude of it's dark layer
I guess you are beginning to get the idea?
Why I comfortably soak in this pool of conviction
Why my moral compass points south
The reason for the wall around me
Shadows move around these walls
Can't converge the courage to let you in
Lest you stumble upon phalanges peeping through
Acknowledging that the impeccable persona I portray, Is far from the character of my reality
In it I nurse something volatile
A creation of my own volition
Out my window, scenery is the best.
The valley is spread out all before me.
I can see for miles and miles north, east and west
while close up is my lovely willow tree.
Far out in the distance there lies a lake.
Beyond that is the outline of ranges.
Halfway around the lake those mountains snake -
a giant’s disconnected phalanges!
Although fantastic is my back yard’s view,
I also love what greets me from the east.
That other window shows our avenue.
Beyond our neighborhood there lurks a beast -
a mountain green with trees where I can go,
and even now in summer I see snow.
repent
with sackcloth and ashes
turn back
to prayer in schools
skeleton phalanges off our youth
verses in lines, wing that shines
converses and do streamlines
contemplating on pages
transcending spanned phalanges
Hands of the piety
Phalanges of work and charity
Driven to spearhead not stoop
Enliven and share not droop
Fingers we dip on stoupe
Churches of the holy in troop
Our faith we lathe with pride
Strongly we hold not stride
Images we fond and draw
Murals we touch like straw
Gentleness in open hands we pave
Roughness in helping hands we stave
Our works and thoughts are one
Over thorns and bouts of man
Skins and colors of faith
Fins and winged colors of the laith
You are a work of art
Embellished with paints of heart
Filled with a well of hope
Influx of worth in the hull of rope
Ropes are extensions of hope that purport
Strengthened by faith and hands of support
Eighty-eight keys under your phalanges
Eighty-eight keys under your appendages
Play the piano with your soul's lyrics
Stay humming with a song within your hysterics
Piano is just one instrument to play with
Albino keys that serenade your soul's pith
Piano of your life you can live, travel and die with
Your story in a melody captured so live, daring and born with
that is, the irregular wave breaks into parts,
discontinuous liquid mass of uneven foam.
I have these tiny scars on my hands,
but no trouble hearing the cosmos.
I was just looking at the sky,
the lack of a comet.
I cut off another piece of horizon,
erecting conceptual walls like shields,
something to help with the deficiencies, I thought,
a rough plan of mental protection.
this should be colored,
pleasant resorts containing the hits,
but I don't read this world clearly,
the tiny letters are shuffled around the corners,
they whisper among themselves, disperse, regroup.
so what I don't understand attacks me in phalanges,
misshapen group with a thousand edges
small deaths to mount.
You may cut off my phalanges,
Peel off my skin.
You may cast me
Into the shades’ den,
Leach me down the soil
You may strike me off memory;
I’ll come—
I’ll dart... hop—
Just right towards you.
I’ll come – visit your nights
Like a phantom
With scary sockets;
A very bleeding sockets.
I’ll come,
Just for you
No! Not to harm you
But to tell you
That I live.
Even if my body is mutilated,
My soul is eternal.
I’m a Phoenix
I’m a phantom who visit dreams
Not to kill
But to tell you I LIVE
Abdul Hakim Genius.
The giant oak sprawled into the sky
In pure wonderfulness her phalanges reaching
wider and farther than other oaks in the forest
Squirrels leapt from her twiggy limbs,
Barely making it sometimes, and chattering
with glee as they perpetually caught themselves
Robins, cardinals, wrens, sparrows and blue jay
took the lower apartments. Acorns readily fell as
they knocked to borrow each other’s stories
Her underground root system sturdy and mighty
Like a giant octopus pushing past the Kansas clay
It was tentacles all along
Snake oily palms
got a-plenty
under the table plans
Synthetic sly reptilian smile
bewitching many
Picking pockets with a hidden hand
Real filthy lucre fingernails
have the zircon gluttonous glow
that enticingly Endora sells
Dirty laundered money
boa clutches
that unclean epidermal soul
Those cobra soundbytes ain’t adder funny,
them sticky finger touches
love taking venom spit control
Dealing so anaconda treacherous
from the bottom of the deck
Pale poker face don’t wink reveal the poison ivy tell
Diamondback enamel scales
cover thorny digits —
Five fingers of sleight close the eclipse-colored veil
Oz-vader gator vice grip
unevenly tilt the bottom line balance
Stolen zeroes get a counterfeit eulogy farewell
Sympathetic shakes of hollow sincerity
accompany the revenue loss burial
Tainted double-cross lots of empty purse plots
Fervent loan believers only learn
when they forfeiture fit get iron glove squeezed
By the mint hidden hand inurned
Phantom phalanges scratch pilfering churn ...
fungi finger worms make the dirty green soil toxic turn
Emitting a dollar scent viper vapor burned
The human skeleton,
is made up of 206 bones
By jove, they are hard,
as if made of stones!
The brain you think with
is in the Skull or Cranium,
the Maxilla and the Mandible
are for chewing bubble gum.
It's atop the spine
which has 33 Vertebrae in all
You're sure gonna break it
if there's a nasty fall.
The 12 pairs of ribs
act just like a big ring,
while 10 fix to the Sternum
the bottom 2 are Floating.
The shoulder blade or the Scapula
is joined with the Clavicle
How they organize the movement
Is another spectacle.
The arms have the Humerus,
the Radius and the Ulna,
The hands' have wrist bones
called Carpals (not made in China).
With Metacarpals and Phalanges
we complete our hand,
don't you forget the lower limbs,
upon which we stand.
The hip bones make the Pelvis
from which the Femur originate
If you gyrate it like elvis
the Patella is sure to break.
Tibia and Fibula
are there in the Shin
The Tarsals and Metatarsals
shape your feet as it's seen.
Our journey ends here
Let me take your leave,
Take good care of your bones
for as long as you live.
Northern sunshine spotlit arm
Shoulder covered, summer fabric
Vogue presented picture
Paper thin skin: soft, precious
Veins, arteries proudly displayed
Rivers that fill oceans
Hands enduringly closed
Phalanges bent awry
Nimble surgical instrument
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