Part 1: Art Studio

Vibratory aspects

Shiver the scorched

tinders

 

Shall we stand

upon the barefoot

embers

 

Artless among

the art-filled

blurs the

inebriating thoughts

 

What material pressed

to mar with beauty

Glor’ and gory

Anathema the

onomatopoeia of

the conditioned air

 

Of those who

exfixiate in here

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xix. Solar Refrain (Lunar Duet)

In the choir’s mouth

Time lapsed

into

dream connected

synapse’

 

How far I go,

still water

never fill

my lungs

 

So in every

breath I may

float

 

Deathe, dies in

Her lover’s

arms

As minstrels

play a stringed

quintet

And His Mother

chants Her monk

sons’ psalms

 

A fate stitched

into each palm

As an incomplete

portrait, a photo

in each poem

viiieen.) A Caricature

The catacombs of our self bidden

catechism. Now they serve as our

cathexes.

 

Perplexed by the subtle perturbations,

words crackling across my lips

making these inklings pour across

 

Beside these ashen lines, diluting

the hearts congealed blood, dilating

each constricted thought.

 

Blindly we wonder passed our insight,

at our past born asunder

these their insides, shall the innards

read as woven, interlocked and entangled.

 

Another cataclysmic tale of amnesiatic

absentia, ostentatious in our preconscious

precociousness.

 

Flinging vase like tablets, into cuneiform

fragments, it just so happens that these

in each portion are hapless.

 

These our chamber doors; upon which none

tap…(n)evermore.

 

 

With The Lawn

Cross blended in song,

their bitter tastes

begin to shade into

a sickly delicacy.

 

Frosted are the

jumbled notations

among the ink strained

lines.

 

Blended all into

the questions of

a melting pot.

 

How oblique that

spicy umami,

we evade the

kamorebi, with

the moist embedded

sands.

xi.) Mythos

How these ashes

may be so depart

from their red ringed

rose kissed bud.

 

A creeping jaundice

wraps around, plucking

the polish from its home.

 

Ow!

I burnt my thumb

again, now the endorphins

will meet their nicotinted

thoughts.