Acidic Beasts From Way Beyond The Self

A fire anthem preens

Amidst a canticle of paralysis

Troubled thunder unleashing

The misplaced claws of disease,

Where desire at its core, becomes

The key to a spiritual unraveling

Force-field weak, worthless even,

When the debris scattering towards,

Are disemboweled shrapnel fragments

Originating from within some unclassifiable fiend,

An abomination of the worst kind…an acidic alien beast….

Yet stand we can and stand we do

Against all odds, amidst a severe state of

Uncertainty…we must ignore the realities

Sorrow holds no wisdom here…not in this world,

Only perseverance and courageous acts of vandal,

Can offer absolution to this type of scourge

Incomplete Delivery

I’ve never been the problem

But then again, never had the solution,

To solve the misery that ponders us all

I’ve always been another question

In a long line of rhetoric,

an exclamation point in the middle of a hypothesis.

There’ve been times I thought I had the answers

But the easier things are,

The harsher scream the fouls

Watching the sudden twist of a turbine’s gale,

Trysting nautically, amidst a fresh gust of carbonic air,

Fleeting, permissive, derision, dismissing—

A damage plan for the self-defeatist, a manifesto for a never-ender—Sword of promise in disguise, a fury with a roving eye—Assemble NOW the gallery of rogues!

Too often we assimilate with those ravenous chills, elucidating amidst the shiver of a broken dream— a few moments truncated, by grammar, both bent and unrelieved…