No nearer nighttime.
In my own arms I have nurtured
the sweetest flagellation.
Moth to inferno once more.
Silver septum skin.
She snaps from divine touch
to sputtering projection.
Roll credits where credit is due.
Everything ends eventually.
Her sanctified smile shines
through tears, floods, inebriation.
Just in time for happy unhappy hours.
Where was wonder?
I will delicately segment and untie
her endless memory speck by speck.
Until she is remade, removed, relived.
Categories:
septum, drink, heartbreak, heartbroken, hurt,
Form: Free verse
Finally, the light opens its mouth,
speaks for the fading shadow-forms,
that are slipping away,
over the pale moon.
Dogs sniff the freshening air.
Cats roll over, nap again,
for as long as it takes.
I used to smoke,
I would go out into the unmade dawn,
and smoke until the world
took shape around me.
Now I sit in a dark kitchen,
sip black coffee,
breathe through a deviated septum,
waiting for the next sucker punch,
or the birth
of a newly christened Jesus.
Last night, in an addictive dream
a spectral Amazon van,
delivered a box of Lucky Strikes.
I smoked them all by morning.
Categories:
septum, poetry,
Form: Free verse
You're a pain that hurts in the right places
You stabbed my heart and killed me right before the tongue hit the septum of my heart
Emotionally battered
I have been victimized by my circumstances
Tying my heart up in strings
Stealing my dignity and making me a prisoner
I long to be bound free
But constrained to this jail cell somewhat feels right
Had my father acted his part right
All this behind the scenes drama wouldn't be what the public sees
But here we are and all I wish is for this moment to seize
Enough of self pity
I am not the first person to be neglected by their father
I am not the first person longing for a father figures love
And that's where I have it all wrong
Healing doesn't come from whining and dining with pain
Reciting it day and night like it's a galaxy of change
I am the broken crayon with beautiful colors
And I won't colour the world without trying to do so amid my pain
Don't feel pity for me
I have my full limbs intact
Speech perfectly orated
What more can I ask for?
The heavens are besides me every single day of my way and so to be circumspectly broken is all I circumstancially want right now.
Categories:
septum, emotions, heartbroken, identity, muse,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
It's a dejávu
I can't really give a clear view
I could be blind for all I care
But my heart beat is a drum I can't ignore
This feeling is rare
I have fallen only to sustain bruises severally
But this fall is somewhat different
It comes with a bonus of sensations I can't quite explain
If I was a pencil
I would sharpen my graphite alittle bit more to highlight what I feel
But I can only align this to love
The only cacoon that opens to beauty
A painful shell to break but not one can resist
Lately I've been love thrilled like never
It's scary to admit but I'm not ashamed
If my drum beats are scribbled with your name
Would you dance to my tune?
Not to be a laughing stalk
But the road to my drum storage room right in the septum of my heart.
Categories:
septum, art, words,
Form: Free verse
time be fractal cycles...us...
be not perfect time-form knots...
pi, phi, animals and trees...
be endless time-forms...constants...
self-correcting...change...called now
stans sand
Categories:
septum, sleep, time,
Form: Free verse
...meta-for 'got over death'....
stans sand
Categories:
septum, metaphor, peace,
Form: Free verse
however much he scrubbed them the smell of pungent chemicals
never left the Chinese crocs and he was fortunate in the sense that
he did not need further measures or precautions for social distancing
surely the men in Beijing knew a thing or two about the small virus
when the epidemic was over his nostrils and septum were exhausted
and it was not white powder which left a hole in his lonesome life
as isolation took its toll and he had become to enjoy his own company
and therefore he smelled a rat when encouraged to socialize once again
mutations came to his aid new strands of micro-organisms appeared
and he was desperate to fortify his own bubble of one on his own
luckily smelly fuzzy socks came to his rescue with virulent stench
as he sniffed at the fourth wave of infection and inhaled his freedom
30th June 2021
Categories:
septum, inspiration,
Form: Free verse
Mates at loggerheads to blow the intensity
a spirited fight from determined hearts quite quarrelsome
there’s always a plan, a track to follow
dying minutes give both sides reasons to fluster
one is exalted, the other temporarily doomed
trounced is the confidence, the most affected victim
the battle was destined the other way de jure
painful is the sight of them licking the candy
losing, definitely comes with no absolute criterion
one volcanic tussle that came agonizingly so close
denting the shape of an already telling testimonial
celebrations of the other, creating a clear septum
in the spirit of sportsmanship, respected is the contest
back to the drawing board the low spirits deliberate
to win gold when the next whistle is blown.
Categories:
septum, character, dedication, destiny, devotion,
Form: Free verse
Whom among us are free?
You've a fever?
Sweating and fearing the next test-
of best estimates and a last guess?
Septum and blight;
yet not a roll in sight;
got the sniffles? Got the flu?
The Birdman calls for you.
Watch your wife cry.
Watch your children die.
Watch the public mania hopelessly sigh;
and then - their depression.
Categories:
septum, sick,
Form: Rhyme
An ornamental doe and fawn,
suddenly move. Tails wave, noses nuzzle –
I have mistaken an actuality,
and now am thrown out of my skin.
I’m a millipede of fractal awareness.
I sniff the body-odor of the planet
take inward, then sift out
Australia and Africa.
I pause to dip my face in the River Liffey,
odoriferous waters foam over septum and cranium.
I’m a teaming acre of feelers and heads. Until
an atom of disbelief re-enters its exoskeleton.
The next moment is inevitable;
it is a concrete bunker of inevitability.
I am a stone goblin with a blunt chisel.
Nerve buds are again Saran wrapped.
Oddly, I’m carrying a large red kangaroo
on my shoulders;
it’s demanding to be sent back,
and I would send it back – if I knew how.
Categories:
septum, poetry,
Form: Blank verse
Nose job
nasal piercing; yeuk!
more suitable for cattle
what a silly moo!
Written after I saw a teenager with a large metal ring through her septum. I can understand ear piercing but the thought of a stud or ring in my nose ... yeuk, but each to their own
3/7/18
Categories:
septum, body, how i feel,
Form: Senryu
I’m in downtown Pittsburgh
at 3:45.
This boy has pushed this
girl into a
wall. His hood
has fallen heavily over his face
and she is jerking
her head to see if anyone is
watching.
She soon spots mon amis et moi.
He is kissing her neck,
his back arching steadily.
She pushes him away again
lightly but
he seems not to notice.
We pass them as we stroll through
the infamous alleyway.
It is ripe with raccoon
eyed kids, sipping their
cigarettes.
They are trés ridiculous
so I laugh at them.
I used to think you were one of
them but you’re better than that.
I once was friends with
the short one with the
septum ring through her nose.
On to the 61C.
Judy’s words are distant now.
I’m off in Russia.
They all have the same
close cut hair
and grip the
rail attached to the window.
The girl is sitting.
Her hair is quite American,
long and relaxed on the side
and short pixie bangs
in the front.
Her eyes are dusted
with lavender shadow.
When she begins to speak
Russian,
her features
sharpen to me; eyes more distant,
skin colder.
She looks very Russian
now
and I love that.
Her smile is foreign.
I will miss it.
Categories:
septum, urban, hair,
Form: Narrative