Ringer

when i feel
that faint vibration

hearken from forsaken nature

sudden darkness

terror sheer

arrest my person

ominous
are pending horrors

worse than that

unwitting silence

whispered cancer

spitting death

no
i will not
ever answer

there’s no need
to leave a message

you can presage your doom
elsewhere

sorry
but i’m home right now

organizing my states
of displeasure

measuring this misery

calculating the conditions
of my systematic masochism

not so much

in truth
i am detached
from each day

dreaming up
ideals to upload

fervent feels
erode my station

distantly
a life awaits

grant me
for one fleeting moment

anything
but what i am

maybe i can find the beauty
through its bastardized facade

pass it off
in profane pennings

god
i hope this all will end

one would think
decisions
of this magnitude

would prelude
such deserved fate

[pictured: Viktor Tsoi]

~Affectations~

“thine phenylketonurics
contains phenylalanine
thusly
i thither to
insequistraulipidis . . .”

–OK, SERIOUSLY?! That’s not even a fucking word!!

What
In
The
Fuck
Is
Wrong
With
You
!?!
“{dude↑↑fix that}”

–FUCK YOU!–

none of this “”~oew, hawoant ahyuu ehlisstinn
ehtuu ehmai ~{fancy}~ ~h~u~w~e~a~a~a~d~z~””
obscured blather of epically verbose, vainglorious,
profanely pretentious, pilfered — uh, whatever the fuck
it is you’re doing, makes any sense! It doesn’t even matter!

–Dewd, you need to chill the fuck out, take a deep breath…
…there.

Now, I know it’s difficult,
but
just

tell her you love her.

It really is that simple, mister ~magniloquence~.

“I um, uh, wait – wha?”

flounders nervously

“I, lu-hugh=◘○◙****

………Olive Juice?
………Elephant Shoes?
………nuh-uh…….

oh!

girl, I LOVE YOU!!!

iloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyou.

I

LOVE

YOU!

I

L
O
V
E

Y
O
U
!

IIII LLLLOOOOVVVVEEEE YYYYOOOOUUUU!!!!

♪♫ i ♪ la-la-la-♫-luhhhuhhuuvvveee-♪-you-woo-♫-woo-♪-woooooooooooo!♫♪

I….LOOOO%$#*&” —–OKAY ALREADY!!!

WE

GET

THE

POINT!!!

whispers “i love you, my sweet darling ❤ ❤ "

❤  ❤

 

 

[image credit: Louis Wain]

Wand of Levant

slumber
of saffron
and fuschia
release me

beyond
the bleak desert wall
ceaselessly arid

desiccant seascapes
secluded by sand-chime

soft planes
prohibit
a treason
of privy

siphoning sweat
by the swelter
of swoon

only a midsong
of autumnal tertian

daring descrier
could fly by the borage

brandishing
brushed silhouettes
kissed with sopor

lulling the languishing
planet in spirals

petaline prosody

cistern imbrued

weft in wisteria
wand of Levant

let the Vellela wind
wend you my way

withhold
and i will
most willingly wither

awaiting
on solemn
shore’s wallow
awash

[image credit: Claude Monet]

Awkward

once
while in the parking lot
at Ralph’s

an indigent man
asked me for some spare change

since i hadn’t any
i told him
that i had some cigarettes
if he would like a few

i walked over to my car
grabbed the pack
and as i was getting them out
he said, “i’m jonesin’!”

to which i unwittingly replied, “i’m max”

[image credit: Louis Wain]

Distant Earths

i could hide
for a hundred
thousand years

and still emerge
with the same spectrum
of debilitating fears

avoidance does nothing
to avail our evolution

for the breadth of our experience
carries on in our dearth

and distant earths
may yet reveal
our present form unknown

nonetheless

a consciousness
cannot eclipse
its own immortality
for all eternity

and yet . . .

[image credit: Fumihiro Kato]

Dimensions Suspended

let us
wrap this timeless
obsidian

in the crux
of a defiant embrace

fires of faceless
desperation

a deathless fear
deftly
giving chase

to gaze upon these
dimly scattered spectacles

hung marooned
ruins moored to a distant past

piercing
with each stilted second

the stoics standing
in between two endings

as our thoughts
entwine the skies as arabesque

the vice
that was your touch
yet wrests me

though hollow shells
suffice not
of its loss

when gods prove once again
their state of madness

the heavens will descend
into our grasp

eternity shall turn to find itself
in dimensions suspended

Sweet Thing

sweet tea
ain’t got nothin’ on you
when it’s steamin’ hot
your kisses keep me cool

sweet potatoes
i’ll see ya later!
i love ’em a lot
but not as much as you

revenge is sweet
they say
but darlin’
you’re still sweeter
this, ya best believe

home sweet home
only if you’re there
there ain’t much to it
if i’m all alone

short and sweet
is where it’s at
cuz darlin’
ain’t nobody got time for that!

sweet dreams
fallin’ from the heavens high
when comes the evenin’
and i close my eyes

[image credit: Louis Wain]