Ode to Nicolaus-of-the-Sun

thy faintest contour
stole away
my consciousness of mind

the gods had draped me
in a realm
of bulging exhibits of excess

chests indulged
of selenite did slough
with bare refulgency

merging strikes
barbaric heaving

maleness
manacled in chainmail

criminal
didst cup constrictive

summoned heat
from sweetened friction

visceral
precipitant

banded strands
stretched tenuously
strung with statuesque erecting

flesh of cryptid cusp
and blustered hue
imbrued from brusque abrade

strapping
with a sturdiness
to beckon vice
from days of yore

swore studly forms
of ardent study
hours long and arduous

Sir Nicolaus! i cry
what thoughts besiege
my frail composure

compromised by rippled
thew with pulse of potent impose

ecstasy encompassing
his sexton arm’s saxon embrace

brandishing a brawn
to render
every knave his pawn of privy

lash thy leather-laden fury
leash mine impure soul
with haste!

douse me
in thy verse
triumphant

trenchant
as the lunar blade

bathing in thy
breathless inquest

trouncing
like a bison herd
at the hour
of forbidden dusk

hoarding hesitation
forming sedulous
below

shouldst thy barren breast
e’er hover
skies of supple
silk embed

the flames of brooding
wouldst impend
with trilling prod
of importune

like surging wells
on crescent shores
imploring swords
of sowed release

lonesome rogues
dealt swift
a sweltered
sun of melting
auric fleece

bound like mured barbarians
gone mad
with torturous vexation

strident thrusts
of jutting bulge
and urgent bender
banned by lawmen

turgid girth swoons
swathing growth
doth ghastly
fill tumescent eye

pinning this supine
confliction
to a bed of fallow dross

O my precious Nicolaus

let us not fall
remiss

like pistils
sifted into dusted dreams
of lust lamented

let us now succumb
to rubble
amid subtle
swells combusting

~fini~

Welp, Groomed

a kitty cat’s grooming is always suspicious
this truth i have analyzed over the years
the agony of aggregate clumps cilicious
alludes to an aeluroid aspect most queer

consider the context of when they commence
and a pattern conspicuous soon is revealed
as subsequent to an embarrassing moment
they feign nonchalance as a means to conceal

which is quite ironic, for as we all know
cats are nothing if not the vanguards of aloofness
yet, somehow they are so acutely self-conscious
regarding their state of inferable smoothness

of course, this technique is applied other places
like when you so heedlessly trample right past them
the shock and appall of an affront so tasteless
will spur such a groom nearing self-mutilation

and don’t you dare think to presume consolation
for all of your pleas stand to fall on deaf fur
their tail tells the tale of availed indignation
no chin scratch on earth could elicit a purr

on some rare occasions, debris might affix
to their feline in such a way barring removal
in these times their grooming airs slow and deliberate
as they give their all to appear as though casual

at times i have pondered, if not for their shame
would not their fine coats fall into disrepair
it’s fortunate that we stand only to gain
when cats most emphatically feign not to care

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]