Eleven

As a child

I ran around

the house, not stopping even to watch

my mother’s vases shatter or roll.

Now I pace as thoughts

race, not stopping even to watch

my mind shatter or roll.

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v. Transparent Bore

Coarse silk, wrapped around

right hand as a genetic leash.

Capturing her, not her but

where she resides.

 

Back and forth, towards me towards this moment as I sit

apart, watching this interplay

between bodies.

 

Neither mine,

Nor her’s

Nor his

Belonging to no one, in this

instant, this series of

episodic nows

 

Leading into that visceral

decadence, then back,

letting this body up for air.

Drink 1.2

Dense abstractions from

a society that is uninterested.

 

For it is not the evils,

the ne’r-do-wells, that

wreck, and reap but

those who are bound

in the purgatory of

indifference.

 

Yet those, O’

and O’ to the Heaven’s

to the Hell’s

Those whose ‘I’dentity

is  dependant or dependent

negation

 

Is it not the villain, Eleanora

that calls the hero

to action? O’ and Oh, Elea’

xxv.

Dance ye

dames, ye

thoughts

In your convoluted

gest’

 

Thine jest

of muses

As if upon

a stage

 

Mine, the

theatre of

fools and naive

thrones

 

A muttering

of the mute

that falls,

that only falls

upon these ears

of deaf spectators

 

A dance only

for the blind

To be understood

by the ignorant

and dumb

Felt only by the numb.

04

Blisters of

a carousel

The swings of

chariot goddesses

 

Places on

Spaces on

Traces, tracing

the catapult gest’s

 

Marooned curtains

on the moon shone

sheets

 

Soon born of

a crowned

mourning dawn

 

Of dilettante

dalliances

and dec√°dence

xii.

Dormant

are the

Dormant

is the

 

It passes,

becoming something

other

Else

Matters of

substantial

essence

 

Remedy for

a requiem

Are the strands

Is the soliloquy

X.)

Blurred clarity

fallen into the

yawning chasm

 

Find me

Find you

us, them

 

The play between

these blood-shot

dreams

 

Embrace the

most parallel

timeline

 

Touching caressing

reality, hold on

to this translucent

hand

 

Capture the cold

fingers, of a

warm blood man