Altered

Sleeping realities are swept underneath
Torn up beds of forgoed meetings
In the severity of apparition’s appearances.

Just another stranger’s glance,
Happenstances of planted friendships
Casting away flourishing romances by fate’s
Reckoning by it’s unduly deck hands,
Within repugnant scenes where
They would have been unseen.

The man of nonexistential seasoned love
Tossed away by the sides of the unwanted

Where they questioned
Their loves and tangibilities.

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We Would

Austerely bare, we’d lay
In wait, fingers barely brushing
Our creator’s extended hand.

Oh, how we’d struggle to
Even breathe these words
Into parses of acceptable
Offerings, humbly knelt
In your reassembly
In the unmistakable likeness
Of a master sculptor,
Unworthy of your life
Embalming palms.

In which earthen world could
Our words ever hope to reach
Your indescribable coalition
Amassed in the gravity
Of our time and space, tossed
Into the ever deepening divide
Antagonizing our senseless lives
In each searing word, lit as fuck.

In the truest time we’d abide,
As these hieroglyphic pleas,
Inexplicably existed
Only by the skins
Of our teeth,
Were then nipped
At budded ends;

Each and every
Eye opened birth portending
Inescapable heights
In our stories retold
In poinsettia forms.


He and I

He makes empty promises
While his words
Wile away and say differently.

He believed that he’d give up anything
For love; almost anything.

Then, as fate would have it,
The day came
When he’d have to face
His true reality.

That day, he threw away
What he swore he’d cherish
Beneath the sycamore tree.

That was the day I threw away
Those fuzzy things called love
To preserve myself.

How I can be; I know,
But he,
He didn’t.


Ill Clarity

She roams through deserted streets, on the lookout for raw materials.
Stumbling upon glimmering bodies of water, she
Stopped to read tomes of artifices written by a mystic,
While she wore her shit smeared spectacles.

Reciting a paragraph, she indirectly opened a dimension beneath her.
Perhaps ‘twas fortune a girl erred dictation,
For had she breathed
The full breadth of passage,
Surely she’d have been stationed
Much deeper in the mystique.

Showy words claiming, “all that glitters is gold.” Actionable
Constructs of clamoring souls lie posed in consequential remedies,
Reliving the reciprocal standard tedium of incessant forgetteries.


Thinking Too Much

Mutated cellular
Networks; disconnected
Rotating pulsars.
Novel perceptions
Within alternative
Timelines; withheld.

The wise
Warn away
Psychotic crazes;
Caffeinated paranoias,
Measured, counted, timed,
Noisily direct static arrays.

Love’s idiosyncrasies: a gain.

Persistencies estranged,
Happenstances of ill-fates;
Late teal falls, lifted
From the ill conceived
For the sake of fantasies.

Still,
He resided
Within the depths,
Standing in their place.


Seem

In copses of ginkgo trees
Of bilobed fans and seedless apricots
Of dulled silvery chrome flesh
Inside seaweed atmospheres
Of flitting globular lights
Of rotational spiking hulls
In instantiated deformations
Of incomplete sequences
Of eyes wide, shut tight

1.
Icy sparkling whites
Of glinting ices pointed
At swallows that flew
At misappropriated times.

2.
Embellished ravines of
Illuded gem stones set
Along riversides, rise
Into stratospheric skies.

3.
Elk coteries of velvet hides
Inside draping chiffon tents
Of selective candle lit dens;
A deluge of pent up prides

4.
Ensnared in spectral ires
Of vivaciously fed fires
Of confounded origins;
Annotated ashes, alluded

5.
Abominable satin snakes
Emerging from dust palls,
Intertwining with vines
Of crystalline ceruleans.

Accidental plots of sugars
Of Gods and Goddesses
Of ecstatically held cubes
In stemmed angst; new
Inchoate fates or invades.

Insects admit to taints
As mystified apologies
As they’d do it again.


Replications

The outer circumferential visage
Of isles laden with iridescent ores
Stained in champagnes and marines
In glimmering idiosyncratic meanderings
Surrounding nitrogenous asphyxiations
Of igneous deposits bent in silicon sheens
In plausible replications; seditiously contoured
Altercations met in disfigured capabilities
Exchanged in electronic measures whittled in biases.

Unraveling fates in magicks or in numbers
Within fabrications once anointed: reviled.

Unable to cast vapours, sans-senses,
Of the catalyst and its manifestations
Absolving it as wishful resonances.