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.


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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.

Unsatiated Intent

A portion of me probes
Your unsatiated intent,
Searching for the reasons
Of such quick witted descent.
Wouldn’t the forthcoming
Of ceaseless gratuitous surges
Cause one to remain motionless.
Would you really have simply left,
Without having wet your hunger
With the form that you swore you adored,
Without listening to the heralded echoes
Designed to inflate your already inflated ego.
I ponder how you’d leave,
Lover of art, truth, love, and grief,
With your curiosity piqued,
Without having heard your unsung worship,
Without having read your exalted narrative.

Was it because
I don’t know enough.
Was it really love
That you desired
Or didst thou merely seek
To see thyself donned in glory.

The lies you spelled
On parchments
Of how Love was the answer,
While casting
Down asunder,
Away from me.

-Sabs-

We Built Walls

Incessantly
We built walls
Along the borders
To safe guard
The treasures
We stored in our hearts.

But you came
In nonchalantly,
Languid, lucid,
Lacking physical properties,
Waltzed right through
Cemented auburn bricks.

Golden strands
With body bare,
Chiffon draping
With the breeze
Clandestinely assisting.

We’d watch you dance.

You tossed words,
Petals, from your basket,
Twirling, drifting,
In atmospheric pressure,
While floating,
Salaciously whispered,
“Watch my prophecies unfurl”

You came in
Without invitation.
“You aren’t welcome here,”
We yelled.
Take your destinies
And go somewhere else.

You and your rhetoric divination’s
Can go to hell.

Fuck this shit.
This isn’t real.

-Sabs-