Vaccine

…And to the absconder

With brittle emotion

Allowed to soften

This arid clay

         Drapery

         Fabric façade of mystery

         Decamped without a track

Met a girl

Named vaccine

I thought she’d cure my every thing

Unfortunately allergens would stake their claim

Inflictions too deep to heal

Bequeath alone in sovereign

Steam rising

Neck arched

Noticing lack of evaporate

One day it shall meet the face

Walked the hollow

To fulfill

A destiny fated incomplete

Mechanical Claws and Guillotines

Chasing the mechanical claw

Into cabanas, run to strip

Outfits clipped before the Tiki flame

         Discovering hanging nails

Feel no pain

         Fragile dichotomist

Blending thick

                  The rationale of a slouching pessimist

Into the frothing arms of hope rustlers- dribbling along, hair slicked back as they pass along, equipped with antenna high, enough to catch the temperaments wide

Vanity is proclaimed

Acclimated as order

Shown the seams

Bathed with justice’s daughter

         Knock on door makes a hollow sound

Hollow flavor once more, even though the scene couldn’t be more clarified

Occupado/occupied

         Just in case foreign fingers flick knuckles into

Rat-a-tat-tat, rapping again and again..

         Shut up I swear I’ll kill you…

Arresting looks received

Eyes start drifting

She better not reach for the buckle

Better not kick the shoes on

                  A MAN CAN”T PERFORM WITH ALL THIS PRESSURE

Quarantine

Five fellows dined on a meat-filled donut

To which they exposed their innards out

Created mass discombobulated screams

Breckenridge

Skiing

Slopes of downy flakes

Frosting up the arterial landscape

Rubbing palms together

For warmth

Then use that heat

To wipe away the fogged window space

Buckle up

         A job well done

                                                      Rolling eyes

Toss a coin

         To the sentinel by the door

A timid fringe look upon the scowling upper lip

         Twip twip…peacock’s got some plumes

Kick up those spurs

         Clink clink…

Looks they come but I don’t care

         I’m rocking away in old justice’s chair

All darn night if I choose

Not a law around here I can’t abuse

Broken staccato

Encumbered legume

Senility

Lying fleshed

Provoking enjambments

Hardly created for purposes of this ilk

Guillotines, HA,

Sharp blades to necks

Peacocks

Exposed

HA, Guillotines

Poached remnants

Of puffy lips

Chasing the mechanical claw

Sometimes leads you to the bull in the center of the bar

Some days you’ll find justice saves

         And others…

You’ll find not to piss justice’s daughter off

Bounty

Undocumented

Roped into a corner

By men with dollar sense in their eyes

         “Would it make a difference, any at all, if I blamed it on the man outside the stall?”

         Arms held by each the companions’ swift marching feet

         So fast in fact the floor beneath

         Became but grazed by the tips of my feet

Into a room,

So decadent and dark

Through the seventies beads used for a door

         And their stands old Justice with a glass and a cigar

“I don’t suppose that’s water there in that glass?”  trying my best to speak in a similar accent

         Notched his brow and tipped his brim

                  Never once connecting Vis a Vis to dear old me

But I Knew, once he said, “Clear the room” that the outlook for me would be mighty grim.

         Then he spoke but one more time as his daughter waltzed through the opposite side, dragging something behind her back,

         “DISASSEMBLY” Justice sharked out again, just one word in a tone that couldn’t be proper for a man of law

         Wriggle, jiggle, tossing about, yet I couldn’t elude the grunts holding my arms

And at this point the glowing daughter embraced my face, was but a little bit ago-sure she could taste her taste, but even so…

         She yanked at the rope that she dragged tow,

Berated sure, but I’ve got tough skin,

         Confidence in the system beamed from within

Lawmen won’t do what dangerous folk think to do

That’s when the confidence drained, as the daughter’s gift

Came to be saw, to which all could be said “ Guillotine, ha, ha, ha”

Streets of Dawn

I love the emptiness found on the streets of dawn

I love the solidarity of sound in mind

Crisper awakenings, cold and yet to thaw

No stares surrounding

Nothing to overcome or defend position/place

With dew still fresh promise has yet to beget scorn

Scowling pores have yet to swim upon clogging stench

Perspiration of densest precepts confounding

Breaking judgmental genes and its derogatory blight of spine

Alone and wandering

Bread broken with pigeons prior to morning flight

No psychoanalysis only tar’s silence, born from the fault of ash

Ginger swing

Lingered long

Scrumping apples from a poison field

Unearthing wounds scars have long since housed

Roots revealed, of the wounded charms, marinated & resurrect

Marvels fold, as silence grows much too loud

Burdened by echoic dynasties deepened by a quivered cobble

If a monster was made to be,

Shaped by molds buried deep in me

Imagined from a lifetime of composite imagery

Grow it would

Strong and weak

Bold yet meek

Craving but withdrawn

Pummels then crawls

Caffeinated scales trickle through

Each and every part of a piece of you

Isolations emerge through silent reprieve

Far yet finalized stars of fizzled dreams

Rusted rivets atop hinged wings

A procession praised by violating sage

Storked flight, into smolder, out of lie,

Vicarious thoughts of songs never played inside

Calyx aback yet severed strong

Dusty vision through veils floral

Sore thumbs pretend to mend

I hate the emptiness that waits for me, on the lonely streets of dawn

Scope

The breadth before the vast astral

Installations of wherewithal

Broad expanse augments small

Gargled alkalis warble, trill

Echoic ruts necessitated infinitesimal

Ablution amongst six pensive thoughts

Washing back range, elongating baptismal scope the same

Ire knees dislodging passion

Cracks entwine crates broken form

To ward thinly askew inessential throngs of warmth

Drain the Castile’s synthetic film

Reeling in obfuscating charm

Rationale of suspending sense

From which true north shall be reassessed

Brow scowled in forlornness’ miscue

Subjections of infancy, in frivolities honor whine

When drinks shared with a stranger stagger still

Stride into a cover up; a masking agent

For air afoul, streaming rebirths second-hand

Resurrected showers reigning tastes from past

Antagonistic actions acid baths

Soon the vermin roam complete

Between the tongue and the cheek

Saturate the gum and teeth

Only resolve becomes expunge, spit

Crosshairs fragrant lure

Semicircles in the lair

Chiding envisioned concepts thrill

Stunning senses with it’s will

Emanations from wounds lanced and spun

Tapestries gauzed over protective shield

Guarding temple of bone erected from acts of skill

Broken frame roped and honed

Indigestion picks its zone

Shiver-shake the painful stare

Beads of perspiration ignite the hair

Zombie rebirth hallucination’s loss of limb

Wrapped and tenderized

Snaps and breaks fractured branch

Reset. Sting. Reset.

         Blackouts are inebriations kin

Wash the damage from the skin

Rinse the words spoke in sin

Repeat the prayer you’ve rehearsed

Gargle.

         Swish.

Puffy faced intuit

         Gargle. Spit.

Simple salve yet ignorant

         Minty fresh façade

Seconds fore the kiss of death

Tarnation Fellowship

Tarnation Fellowship

Beyond damnation’s pulse

Writhes the premise of

Sentient squalor

Draped in individualistic guise

         Prohibition of the spindle

         Slipping fast before the twister

         Kinesis in an empty glass

         The fellowship has your back

Beyond dogged ears of mischief

Trouble bonds then tempts us

Determined to please

Our morals slightly loosen their ease

All in the name of brotherhood

Draped in unifications guise

         Prohibit the drivel

         Masquerade the swollen parade

         From lips dishonesty

         Conceives the other page

When bonds of fellowship are bled

Boundaries die

When cohesion seals the dream

Unity joins the flesh

Appendages we become

Limbs hardened by tempest gloves

         And in so joining

         No retreat, no goodbyes

                  If you wander or question your sight

                  Tarnation will always take you back

LifeSaber

From an aura dark and grey

Shades and charcoal highlight the day

                  From cracks in the lining

                  Disavowing darkness in its light

                  Hedging fear with phosphorescent bright

Dagoba travelled to

Wandered swamp and wasted lands

In search of answers

         Seeking words,           

                  To follow the question’s point

Mentor, you were supposed to be

My guide, showing me what path to take

Where are you?

Why is it that you hide?

         Be it could, real not you be?

                           From vision to unfocused eye

Swinging blindly at specks in space

         Flailing wildly in this place

While my essence has grown externally

         Mature the senses have yet to reach

 I once was but a child

Attending to family and dreams

         But now

                  Tatooine means nothing to me

What once was I

         Has since drawn dry

                  Who I was supposed to be

                           Has since grown blind

When forces collide

To walk the sky

Boots of cloud

Secures ankle to thigh

A whole existence

Stranded upon a thousand burning stars

Too close to this sun

Feeling heat

The fall will be harsh

Forever scarring each and all

Caught up in adventure

I’m reminded daily

Of my lack of attention

Otherwise provide I could have

Offered protection

To the only ones

That had ever known

         Instead a whirlwind

Mitochondrial

         Commencing rage and war

Against prosperity of self

         Against the will

Numb it all goes

Numb it has grown

Malignance shall soon come

Thus shifting into a force of one

Praying to the darkest skies

A power so great will consume

         With mask removed

Into a reflection of what could have come

In this moment, I’ll declare

 A Jedi I once was

                            

Enchantress

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Enchantress

How can I tell which parts of you are real?

How will failure feel to me?

In what demeanor will the reflection gleam?

Escape the trellis

Vine to vine

Thorny path

                           Wrist to palm

Bare skin bludgeoned into tiny scars

                                             And then there’s the matter of the ground…

We’ve never got along too well…

Wafers upon the tongue

Black Ideas

During a healing mass

Scarred and frayed

Toothpick child

It must be difficult

Living like an only child

Broken by the perspiration

Spent to covet him

The blood of yours you’ve never met

It was long before you came forth

Yet their love for him

Seems to fill their love for you

With remorse

Ruing

The child saved

Into the forest

With door sealed

Lights away

A beautiful princess you’ll be

Reign upon the land and trees

The creatures, the fleas

With the doting love

The mirror sees

But with neglect

A world of sympathy

Can take the feet only so distant

Before the cricks bend

And the soles benign no more

A temper mental summit calls

From ridges of despair

A transforming tear is spun

Bearing down

Shivering

And so it begins again…

The draft comes hither

         It’s autumn no longer

Winter’s pool grows strong

                  As scarcity depletes refuge from sleep

Returning to the family that damns your seams

The years of unraveling

Have maimed the clay

Burn the halo

Disinherited since the earliest day

Into the forest

With door ajar

Skyline gray

A beautiful Queen you’ve matured to be

Reigning over land in shadow

The creatures all fear your teeth

All life subservient

All dreams delegated to bloodied knee

Disembodied by the penance others serve

You’ve acclimated the way so many predicted your road would preen

…And with the doting hatred

Of the image

That the mirror sees