Late, and Wordless

I dash in the door

breathless

nose running

apace with my feet

purse bruising my hip

as it jostles

bounces

riding in grooves

immutably shoulder ingrained

scraping the peel

from my pumpkin skin

bells are chiming

in all the clocktowers

summoning me

hitching my ride

on the witching hour

elbows fiercely pumping

I must, I must

I must write or bust

warrior word wizardry

diurnal commitment

I think I can

I think I can

I think I can

I chug uphill

slowly, brain smoking

inky black and smoky

fragments overshadow

conceptual constellations

don’t look!

my words

may burn your eyes

white rabbit scampers

mutters

mad hatters

 

 

 

 

 

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Jeepers, Peepers. NO! to the Creepers

do you arbor

an herbaceous conceit

twisted twining temerity

vining through your veins

that my musings

trellis your garden?

do your cerebrations

craftily creep

under deluded canopy

that my denuded demons

were bared

for the soiling

of your hedera helix?

do you bower

under pompous ponderosity

that thinning

of my thorny thickets

plants a garden

for your gratuitous

self-gratification?

I alone

am the caretaker

of my fertile garden

I am clearing out

detritus underbrush

the crimson rustling

of my vexation

dapples shade

upon your

ungrounded presuppositions

Crashed, Smashed, Unabashed

the world

whirligigging

in nauseating circumvolution

immolates upon impact

with sun’s burning luminosity

there is gnashing of teeth

upon swords unsheathed

buried to the hilt

in the exenterated entrails

of forsaken veracity

under the indigo glow

of moonbeams’ gleam

hope fogs the glasses

of those not yet

utterly disillusioned

refracts

through the cracked lenses

of potent possibilities

spills drops of rainbowed

promise

rebounding from shattering

 

Razor’s Edge

your words are saw-toothed razors

rusted in moldy marinade

arsenic and cyanide

I knew you

when compassion

your modest camisole

peaked

from beneath

sweatered scrutiny

so I swallow

serrated fragments

disembowel myself

with hardened consonants

presupposing credence

I tattoo your epithetical

epitaphs

etch upon forearms

contemplate resultant gore

in concentrated

consternation

having held your esteem

close to heart

the whetted edges

of your sentences

press against my jugular

I funnel blood

into my quill

suturing begins

 

 

 

Presentation

when I raise

my eyes

imbibe knotty draughts

of your emeraldine

essence

pour out

intricate dahlia

elixir

in mingling tingles

I part

my candied lemon lips

osmose salted sips

of your fevered fervor

captivate

entangled gasps

lingering throaty zest

I lift my wrist

redolent

fragrant folded

exposure

lips graze

pupils flare in gaze

with tongue’s tip

you partake of

my earthen wine

guzzle immortality

through every nuzzle

 

On Cartoonish Baboonishness

art imitates life

your art is a fatuous fart

of noxious toxins

rotten sulfurous stench

fermented deep

in the hate of your heart

devoid of redeeming

social value

shat out

in twittering diarrhea

enamored of your excrement

you dig deep, straining

scrabbling

through the dung heap

frenziedly fling

cognitively degenerated

foul flaming feces

across the crowded ballroom

Out from the Shadows

ogres chant

REDRUM

march syncopated

puss in boots

boots on streets

monotone drones

pussies in boots

light the night

defrocked, clocked

retread dread

romp while they stomp

puss in jackboots

blame and inflame

shame

shame

shame on us

unless we

trounce and denounce

sound the alarm

wriggle

elbows and hipbones grinding

into the muck

dark dank corners

disarm the bombs

dispersed by mobs

monotone drones

pusses in jackboots

Hallowed Halls and Warping Walls

five foot two

towers

from the height

of academic elitism

diminutive doctorate

commands respect

in determined strides

conjures courtesy

among vociferous

verbalizations

walks tall

down storied

hallways myriad

five foot two

cowers

(head up, trembling)

traversing

cinderblock

walk of shame

compacted between

key-jangling escort

deprecatory

leering jumpsuited

audience

lining the halls

visual assaults

steadfastly ignored

five foot two

re-empowers

self

with knowledge

persistence

and adamant

re-integration

five foot two

sours

in the advent

of memory

video clips

replaying endless loops

grey concrete squeezing

while the eyes

following

revel in their fucking

over her silent

screamed objections