Short Lacerate Poems
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Lacerate the boils from resplendent shades.
The skeletal wolves tremble from nose to tail.
Vomit soaked in blinded lips.
I echo the thoughts of a maniac.
But they differ greatly.
For I am more or less humane.
The mute sense dazed by trance adrift elusive,
never wavers a moment to lacerate
the endangered dormant psyche unwary.
Contrived by passion dream of pale possession,
sapped by nascent sunrays curtain pores suck in.
enter my heart
Like liquid flowing over stone
no entrance
no exit
love rubber ed bounces
while looking in your glass dead doll eyes
The void slips in and is lost in my abyss
Broken words lacerate my soles
as i travel the missing path
my sighs count the smiles
Death the prize
and life the competition
A black cloud
rains selectively
on the dispossessed,
a wretched lot.
My billowing abaya
now clings to me,
revealing my form.
Their glances lacerate.
The road stretches
to the horizon,
but has swallowed
my expectations.
Palestine, 1948
First published in Blue Minaret
I'll walk out of her
And sink into something better.
Lacerate the surface
And dream of another.
Death in green water
To dark to render.
This cold fold
Reminds me of ether.
The open night offers
A new recollection
Black secrets of breathing
Control my desire.
Death in green water
Just a stagnant reminder.
Form:
Bloodthirsty anguish torments my
Lunatic mind, seizing supremacy, paralysing my decrepit living corpse with
Overpowering obsession, manipulating my blackened heart and hurling me into burning
Oblivion, composing the malicious desire to self
Destruct-and i do-savagely i lacerate myself until extinction
Midnight Anthem for a Chicago Alley
The lack of visitors is uterine
and that is why you porcupine
in this dark corner. Here
who can see the cobra
slither from your lips, spray
the phrases of your mind,
slip back to its moist nest.
Here, who can hear the jeer
of cheetah eyes. “Come,”
they cry, “pour on the light.
Your heart I’ll lacerate
with razor fright.”
Donal Mahoney
Flashlight: Stranger in the Gangway
The lack of visitors is uterine
and that is why you porcupine
in this dark corner. Here
who can see the cobra
slither from your lips, spray
the phrases of your mind,
slip back to its moist nest.
Here, who can hear the jeer
of cheetah eyes. “Come,”
they cry, “pour on the light.
Your heart I’ll lacerate
with razor fright.”
Donal Mahoney
In those days when national service
Conscripted me for a necessary chore
In in the tap root of Amachara
I abode
At dusk, strange hands lacerate my flesh
At dawn, your girls dragged me into drudgery
Today, weights of reminiscent garrison my thoughts
Amachara, are you still the egret that drums in my auditory?
Is your tail longer-than Mbaise?
Perhaps your cousin Ezeleke
Will let me proof the weight of my love for her.
Form:
Another afternoon being brave,
chasing clouds
down drifting earth embers
for freedom.
Grateful glances hurry humbly
into imminent jubilee.
Juxtaposed kindly,
knives loosely lacerate
my mind;
never nearing opulent offers.
Perhaps Philosophy's
quiet quandary
renders reservation so selfishly
the technique
underscores useful
valuable variations?...
Why waste extreme excitement
yawning, you zany zealot.
my mind is drifting
it is no longer sagging
instead it is smiling
new discoveries will be seen
my eyes have more color
my ears hear more sound
my nose inhales more clearly
a better place i now am
my mind is drifting
it is no longer worrying
instead it feels free
new places will be toured
the weight no longer binds me
the strings no longer entwines me
the thorns no longer lacerate me
a straighter stance i now stand
pain me
pain me
in
a
poem
every line
of
mine
disconnects me
here i am on this line
now look at me here
now here i am
here i am
me here
no
me
here
now
dare
time found my neck in a noise
every line i ever wrote grew an tooth
now we rest in the gallows hung loose
razor-toothed poems lacerate my back
blood curdling screams hollow
from
the
smokestacks
nostrils spew fire
mouth sewn through
the
flames
pain me
?
The mango grove hums,
insects sing in the scratchy thrum,
the wet-lead air.
Knee-deep, the water sweats
a dark smudging fear.
We are a party of four,
four machetes,
four slouch hats,
four men looking for
reasons.
Trailing tendrils snatch at us,
lacerate skin and courage.
After a few hours
we are drained,
barely speaking
just wading our way
inwards,
all four
longing for
that tropical beach bar
and the girl
we left behind it.
staring into space in shades of grey
waiting for the emotional confirmation
vulnerable, i allow regret to lacerate me
my pride will not let me cry, but the truth reveals my actual emotions
oh, how i pray for a miracle in some type of instant
however i know that in life there are no guarantees
time has no hint of birth
now has not a smidgen of importance
all i am thinking about is the next daylight's shift
....just one more day with Her....i miss You, Dear Mother....
How sweet the sound of raging sea!
Long has peace reigned so devoted,
But has it thought of wicked treachery?
Nay, it had never plotted retribution!
Be that as it may,
I, the goddess of the deep,
Utter these very words of incantation
To suppress the fury that curses my veins!
May the vicious wind kiss the sky,
As rain pours down with shattered glass.
Let waves of thunder lacerate merciless boulders.
If confusion withers the depths of tranquility,
So let it be!