Ascension #5

Ascension #5

That phoenix in

ashes anew

Burned out, Burned out


The pinnacle of abysmal


fragmented touch


Held in each


Void-less waves of

absurd joys

Poise upon forelegs

Poised beneath hind-palms


Each trans-‘sisting



Momentous instants

Transition, Transition



Overheard Mania #4

Overheard Mania #4

Misty thought

Though clarity in

sounding ecstasy

through floor

and floor

Till the third

The moaning reaching



To pause and posit

Lending ear

Hands on these and those

Never near.

Here nor down there

Her audible sighs

Primal cries

As if it were her to be

snapped off too

Then cast after cold caress

Confronted, they are by

that divine void, at tip of

head expressed in this their bliss


Malaprop Melancholy #3

Malaprop Melancholy #3

How that sweetness

upon tongue

Swirling curves

Whirling curls

Uncut the couth

Grinding of teat

Minding the coals

Jewels of beauty

The pears of stick rows


Daunting these droves

In their roving troves

The bloody souls




Beneath the beat

Chiseled by the glittering

Chattering by the toe ever mistled

A thimble, a tinkle

A glassy class embedded

in gloss and embossed

Dawn of Anarchy #2

Dawn of Anarchy #2

Snapping into contested


Each gyration of calibrated

many passed

Steps Steps Stripped

Accompanied the acoustic


Sallowed shallow

Shades showing showing


Stated streams

Pausing upon each

laden straw

How tough a brick to chew

than evermore

Nevermore dote he

Nevermore dote she

Evermore off such

dotted a line


The curling cursives

churning un-

conscious niceties

Born off. Born off

Swift, as in gaseous gait and gaiety

Expressive Nothing #1

Expressive Nothing #1

Telepath passing

Classing clashing

Cast casteQuart

Turmoil turning bliss concord


A matter of composing

Categorical superlative

An untimely place

Thrown betwixt

In it-self


Sheltered shudder

Shuddering shreds

Dug, drugged,

Dragged dilapidated



That which is elite

Drawn Drawn

Each spawn


By guilt alone

In solitude & solace



Being as shallow                                                                                                                                                 as anyone else                                                                                                                                                   the least I can do is                                                                                                                                           be aware of it.

Werther’s Abode

As Deathe is

Cloaked in eternal dream

Must it not be so

For the exhausted who

Can not sleep


Wishing upon

The fallen lash

For a wink or two

A blink that will

dance in R.E.M


Uneven myths

Made clear as


A heart resides in

Untimely canals

And mind in the

Annals of worth

And nothingness.