Corridors of ancillary porticos and retractable
switchblades, Macrocosmic sentry’s patrolling the scenery’s v-cut scape,
In their boots, the sole is
clothed in lathered concrete—
Worn
Sworn
Torn
Devastate
It is but a foundational
approach of beheading—An arsenals instrument, still clanging, even on into the
post-mortem survey of disciplinarian design.
Shackles are chafing the inner thigh—its lines are brutal and corrupt, bankruptcy
in a cauldron of maleficence, proposing nightly, during the encore, upon the
stage crafted by a lightning strike—filibusters become the lucre, the damning
suet of exsanguinated space
Damned.
Crumbs
Of
Neer-do-alls
Devastate
And then the heart
sings, in putrid voices made from crocodile tears. They are all combusting at a
euphoric pace, blinding the children and heiresses alike. With dreams of tomorrow, they thank you for
the kindness you share with them now. Their liner notes have since been blurred,
recollection transformed into an absurd shade of paste-framed blonde.
Devastate
Alleviate
Pulsate
Palpitate
Crush.
Swing.
Heart-aches
This sculpted axe
swings it’s arms short to long. While the pastry chef expands his tonsils,
still reddened by the convoluted inhalations that have merged too often with
the birth canals of silent screaming.
Squelch. I love that word. It’s influx settles high. Into, and exchanged
from without, the assistance of a predisposed effigy, some creature you wish you
never had known, all this, during the moment of argh. The agony of the ecstasy…the shifting sounds
of sighing SHHHHHHHH’s!!! And listen, to the highways divided and the sky, as
it sends forth its parade of effervescence, one, not yet diluted by life’s
hologynic rapture—
Diodes
Implement
Salvation
To those
Of us,
Those among us,
That still cares….
I sing with a vociferous
tongue.
My heartstrings are
frayed
My range has betrayed
my trust
Drawing mute, I
reflect and clutch,
Unto a prismatic
unveiling,
A claw used to scratch
away the damnedest itch..
Simply put
Devastation,
Devastation to,
The most heart-curdling
degree
Shared with the outstanding poets at D'verse for the incredibly potent evening of poetry that is Open Link Night. Haven't had the time to properly spend swimming the seas of poetry lately. I've been in the middle of something and trying to figure things out for myself logistically in the meanwhile. Writing alone has been much more sparse than I'd like. I have done a fair share of writing lately, but still far too less than I'd like. But again, it is something that I'm working on, trying to regain the groove of writing and reading the amazing poetry that is available across the world daily in the poetry blogging universe. Hopefully things will trend back and soon for me. However, until the end of the month at least, I doubt I'll get much time online, let alone the time to write and read, as I'll be taking a flight out west for that time and while I'll have my Ipad handy, it's the wifi only kind, so, I'm somewhat at the variable fate of wifi availability. Anyhow, for those who follow regularly, thanks, I do appreciate it, and again, hopefully I'll get back into a regular routine sooner than later. Until then, thanks for being there and bearing with me as I attempt to logistically sort things out.
