Implicit

i clamor to comply

to her arduous hours
of ardent dripping

devouring

precious petaline
lips of veiled tempest

siren’s plumage

sinking
into madness

overtaken

with aching
chorus
and crushing ingress

crashing
into swallowing shores
of unabashed
thrashing

on jagged crests
of turbulent valence

drag me down

to where misery
serves its reckless conquest

abreastly heaving
a synchronous song

like heathens
in a heaven
untold

where breathless cries
of wincing
pent

breach liquescent
the chasm
of krios

beyond our
spent desires

through the mirror
of time

When the Hour Fell Bleak

when the hour fell bleak
a rippling spied
the outlier

appearing
in ragged reproach

an artifact without
precedence
that spoke of adoration
dire

ere a doting hope
sang
its parting prelude

from where i now sit

in a cold eclipse
of dreariness
laced
with mistled tears

spent aloft
these long planes
of bondage

i fondly resigned

my mind’s production
flashing its garish marquis
for all to see

foreshadowing
disparity profound

were it not sustained
by wispy druids
of pigment piqued

no further
query

averted eyes
trained vigilant

this chronicle
of maddened youth

swore your rigid head
invalid

with never more
truth
scorned a lustful red

as prideful irony
now reigns
in the void
of expectation

“Dissociative Apathetic Neurosis” ~a meme~


for my fellow Plath crushers, i now present, in the spirit of the Kermit the frog distractedly drinking his tea “But that’s none of my business” meme format:


“Dissociative Apathetic Neurosis”                                  ~a meme~


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Painted Rainbows

I come
from a long
line

of cocaine

chains

and painted
rainbows

tainted aims
and hijacked
reins

that taunt me
with their wonton ways

led by tainted
saints

whose patronizing
love
would one day fade

in truth betrayed
through time’s display

were
all things ventured
for naught gained

save this dull pain
that e’er remains

to haunt me
in her silent
shades

Rogue Reminisce

shadows crept
the length
of disquietude

distilled
in the wonder
of our willful dearth

lumbering
through morass

when last we plundered
this scorching earth

she blindly scrawled
three bold runes

that burn yet
still
within
this piteous pith
of tormented ruin

immune
to time’s retelling

they rave and revel
in a rogue reminisce

A Mind Once Sound

i bear
your cross

in the frost-addled agony
of anhedonia

adrift
in discrepant lucidity

of dolent disrepair

its wintry sermon
inhabits
my every haunt

taunting
my inhibition

intently
transmuting

this glacial divide
thawing
with haste

forestially untethering

each stinging tie
to a mind
once sound