Dialectical Improprieties (The Razing Of The Kaleidoscope)

Bludgeoning the pursuit

Parabola in disrepute

Lies, shills, burning through

Core amendments digress

Upon a lot of all things hirsute

Every day problems magnify with poverty

Every illness is a damning edict, a death

Sentence, when you cannot medicate, a

Torment to live in such an infernal state

Aspect telemetry

A vision of Gethsemane

Hypnogogic resumes

Bio-energetic mediums

Served cold by flustering hypocrisies

Wretched septet

Barbarian bee

Caustic diadem

Procurer of persistently consistent migraine economies

Tamping down what could have been

In some other facet, convoluted by and then stirred to ease digestive properties…. wistful preoccupations or

Another enduring scapular placed upon

The neck bone of an otherwise removed staple of productivity

Robe—unworthy

For these genes—

False representative to the sea—

Waving to the minions below,

Bellowing inconsiderately

At his entourage, who cast

The vain impression, that

They are far above the

Polities of repressiveness

Forced frenetic scapegoat cur

Born of a plebe with better bite than bark

Star-Howl-Moon-Hollow

Kindred kiss,

Like kissing yourself, but better, much, much better

Kismet is stolen

Fate is betrothed to the enemy of wherewithal

And the bushes are on fire,

The damn bushes are on fire…again…what the…

Coalesce in my arms

Heal as my aura rebuilds you as you were,

Perfect, in ever sense

And if you choose to live—indeed it’s life you’ll have—

Free of debt, there’ll be no chains, no entitlements, no

Rigors latched to blame, no dirty shackles constraining flow,

Nothing, nothing like that at all…just free, forever free, to go as far or near, as high or low, whenever, wherever—even if those places don’t include me

And if you choose to die—I will grieve so much; the tears will smother the ceilings with their ebbs and tides…

Abstract Suspect

There’s a guttural feeling beneath the calumet

A grinding halt to the ritual

Smiles hasten into frowns

And I feel bad for the one that pushed the bell

There’s a howling suspicion in the wind

A fading superstition that lingers in

Laissez-faire or Bourgeoisie,

Accommodations of catastrophe

Serendipitous dilemmas and

Sanctions breaking down,

By the sharks of this town, inflicting…

Surface wounds and

Surfeit shells,

Discrepancies and songs,

Songs we’ve got to know, ills we’ve learned all too well

Syncopation, spin and spin

Whiskey, Rye, Tonic, Gin and Gin

Serengeti nights be told, of the hours spent in a Saharan cold—broken for feverish decals, labeled carelessly on the backs of rickshaws, spider-webs and dropouts from bartender schools that advertise in the back of free papers you find at late night taco shops or seedy, shady, drowsed out jazz clubs—

Never acknowledge those that deliver the news

Sometimes they’re the devil in the messenger’s shoes

And sometimes they’re simply the leftovers that the cat dragged out…that someone else has yet been buried in the correct position, currently vacant, way out in left field.

SIN

SKIN

SINking

In

Abstract

Suspect

Fragment From A Masquerade

Red ribbons clutter the scene,

From lanai to balcony

Yet still,

I can see,

Even though,

I choose not to believe

Kabuki flags defile dreams of old,

Through the seams they politely latch onto,

All things lost and never seen

Yet…

     A dream so cold,

     Needs only an ounce of fuel

     To direct the oars of a future worth possessing 

Blind Embers Of Motivation

(S)Categorically frenetic

     Suffocating on the brine

              Bloated by the expectations of lunacy

The moon, its vapors

Unveiling premonitions

Ravaging the waking hours

With the addictions set in dream

Clarity is boring,

Facetious knowledge thrusts forward

As if the audience is nothing but a mass of ignorance

Collected in awe of your deepest recollections

The truth of emeritus is the dagger of gold in search of silver

     Vanity, a distraction to unparalleled degree

              Ask and you’ll be known as he who is without

                       Stare in silence and the curiosity will devour                                       you from the inside out.

Striations aligned

Subluxation pared

We are there and here

We alone create our own definitions of fear

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