family is a frail facade
of fractured freaks fervidly feigning
fabricated fealty formed from frivoled
flights of fornicating
forced lifelong affiliation
infamy e’er fulminated
infinitely sacrificing self
to keep their egos sated

obfuscating every fathomable facet
of life with conflict
baffled by these fabled feats
performed by deft confabulators
prefacing your plies for triumph
flooding you with doubtful bias
as if having defiled your formative years
with foul influence
didn’t quite fulfill the fervor
transfixed as they saw you suffer

try to put your best foot forward
only to find flakes beseeching
ostentatiously accosting you
with feckless exhortations
inundating you with useless clichés
thus invalidating every aspect
of your individual experience
“family’s family!” shrugging shoulders
“welp, better the devil you know!”
“forgive & forget!”
“brush it off~”

I’ll tell you what boi
I’ma knock that smug expression
right the fuck off your face!

oops! I nearly lost my place~
as I was saying:

soon to find you’ve been forsaken
duly doleful and deflated
all your fears come to fruition
fiendish laughter fills the forum
fingers fixed upon your failings
kinfolk? try de facto finks
nefariously formulating
unaffected subterfuge
facilitating defamation
forestepping fastidiously

fortifying self-defenses
gleeful with anticipation
come the hour of your rebuffing
fielded by their conflagration
fitted for their safe refuting
if you should confront them
disingenuousness proves their safety
feigning ignorance as to the influx of affronts inflicted
following the grave indifference
in their failure to afford you
any form of faculty to foster a prosperous future

when they were so flagrantly fixated
on their own self-interests
flippantly refusing to defer to their fructification
let alone perform the office
from the fallout of their trifling
fact or fiction
they prefer to forge ahead
with fabrication

fibrous is the weft
now wending
spiraling in doom descending
fools forever floundering
effusively in found-confusion
crafting flaunts to taunt
your freedom
feelings fester manifesting
into fatal life afflictions

if they felt the faintest bit familial
things might be different

flash-forward to driftless freedom
felt in formless efflorescing
funereal fantasies
indeed, an unfortunate comfort

failing to confer affection
falling into affectation
finding all your foremost fears
effectuating false reflections
furtive in your suffocating
fighting for such pointless purpose
fraught with farcicalizations
fated for self-flagellation

‘til one fine day
after untold years of grief
and inadvertence

all the superficial factors
fall along the wayward tracks

looking up to see
unflinching tons
of blazing steel and iron
metal clashes metal
as the train shrieks
hissing steam and embers

verity now resonating
more than ever

not a damn thing left
to ponder

here, your ground shall hold

Nomenclature’s Foment

hearti(kin drama, us
tin)ctures of (christ
in era y)et fallen
through (eyes + words)

with garish ha(lo

ise* linkens**)
aglow, a(toms latin)ise (jasper

kerk au)spiciously entered
and soon (chronos fer)vidly
slaked with fla(sk nichol

as) (my valiant soul)
had no b(yas sy)mbolically

it wa(s a man, Thaluc
ero)s and (weird weekend’s) (ward

clever) was his (first secret

draft)ed on (a nam)eless shore

still, it was (just

joan) of arc (me)ekly swore
that’s when i r(ann

a cottage), by loo(ks

be th)at, as it was
moored by the gl(aur

o Ra, Phoen
ix)tles wou(n)d
round my gossamer neck

my sight was a mino(taur
using EMI*** ni)ctitation

with ab(ash, “do u glas)sify god?”

i said “no. but my ser(aph
rol in a)sp tear’s radius

a blasphemous vete(ran
a kelly) green worn beret

etched astrobl(eme kao****

fili)greed (flo

raw ora)tory s(marts)

with leimoti(v i shal

dutia)ble, as (the perilous
reading society)’s fortune(s

and stars blo g)usts wayward

revealing such a (finding
kan dee)motivate every (child
of cynicism) sleekly polished

with ban(jo lies
in tic)-tocked drea(ms
jade-li)ke dianthus lament (living
as tan ya)rrow (little bird learns

to fly)te is to flourish
in full-fledged swara(j
dub)bed ledge-leaped freedom

the pande(mick hughes) fill the sky
more ohm t(hann ahm

unroe)mantic fi(ni

cole ly on s)oot-laden kisse(s
d)ismantling ana(malic

I c I
afro st)reets of ol’ (georgia
park)ed neath an amarant(h owl

D.A. vies) ever
to capture the (olde pun

k)nowing that soon
this will all come to close

*ise 異背 – alligator (Japanese)
**linkens – left [transitive] (German)
***EMI – Electro-Magnetic Interference
****kao 顔 – face (Japanese)
∞Bonus oddity – combining 異背 ise with kao 顔 transmorgriphies into 異背顔 [ise-gao], meaning “heterogeneous face”

[image credit: Louis Wain]

Sentence of Sentience – Max Meunier

My latest poem on Sudden Denouement Literary Collective

A Forum for Divergent Literature


Sentence of Sentience – Max Meunier

what have i
but quieted inquiries

and echoed
through vales
of a sub-violet druse
of aversion

no tangible touch
to form valid expression

intentions adrift
amid merciless
miles of mutable morass

from which somnolous streams
softly spill
forth eclipses

in lapses
bereft of availing account

where whims slowly waft
beyond walled apparitions

fled from partition
to form in summation
a dormant despair
born of quiet desperation

awaiting conclusion
in sediments muring

a freedom reprieved
of sententious ideal

for what purpose plausible
peers within prisms

but spectacle
cradling consciences captious

enraptured in casting incessant goodbyes

i digress
lest my thoughts
become i

[image credit: Wilhelm Kotarbinski]

Max states: “I write about the things going on in my life. I am a feminist, humanist, cat loving musician bound by whimsy and the incessant analysis of hyper-vigilant observations.  I am obsessed with words and rhythmically woven…

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Kicketh Swift

if true thou art a man
thy balls deserve a kicketh swift
without needeth for inquiry
i duly must submit

for many an affront
man hast rent against womankind
speaking bluntly
each man shouldst beest kicked a thousand times!

one mustn’t beg a scholar
nor a mystic to prepare
the impetus which urges forth
a man who wouldst forswear

it shouldst beest understood
how the male ego is a force
that is as one and the same
as the penis, but of course!

which thusly doth imply
’tis e’er beholden to his id
but dareth not alloweth us
to allay his plaintive bid

the scroll holding the record
which describes man’s sexist crimes
would ne’er cease its unfolding
’til it hath reached the end of time

if thou wouldst serveth fools
as an apologist for men
i hereby dost forsake thee
i calleth no knave my friend

presume no expectation
i needeth pray pardon me
and stayeth thine indignation
such is woman’s, i decree


Thoughts of You

the sanitarium
of autumn air
arrived at long last

i fathomed it
would save me

from this driftless droll

but frigid whispers
speak of loneliness

and softly muted
skies of gray
betray the sun
by umbral answer


does my hand sit still
cold and numb

as sure as seasons cycle
failing not

the absence of your touch
yet ails me

the untold world
we shared in wonder

has since turned
inside out to mock me

if only
everything within
would stop

revealing thoughts
of you

[image credit: Brynna Campbell]

None for All

this latent flower blooms
unraveled by perception

doldrum drags the languid line
along the distant
dark horizon

scattered bursts
of flinching halcyon light

unheard and unhinged

idly observant
as they lay alone
ensconced in idyll

sidling up to peer
into the fabled looking glass

the unembraceable oblivion

of life
thus being lived

so beguiled
with wide eyes
trained on all aspects extrinsic

thoughts forgo
the burden
of the body’s bound appointment

like sleepless sheep
to slaughter

corralled by the lust for dollar

oozing out of every orifice
in opulence

sated only by the tendered tears
of silent souls exploited

open skies of pending promise
play out in posthumous loops
pandered shamelessly
to pliant pupils
of capitalist coercion
frantically amassing resources
to quell their crippling stupor
stripped of hope found viable
resolved to plastic revolutions

from a “life-like” screen
of liquid crystal coiled confinement

by expectation

shamed into a feigned performance

to a realm
where obsessive
fast replaces sound decision

superimposed sentience

severing all ties
to our humanity
with conscience numbing
calls inciting indignation

egoism inundated

flags emblazoned
with our visage

every fragile fiber
of our poignancy
resigned to toxic piles
of perduring compost

fingers inconspicuously point
our voiceless voids
toward specious Edens

the one and only
chance we ever had was wasted

all for one
and none for all

for nothing is more self-defeating
and consigned to scourge
than that which only serves
the self

and seldom
does this not occur

[image credit: Riera Rojas]