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~
“Dissociative Apathetic Neurosis” ~a meme~
rant of scant merit
I guess I’m an emotional masochist
because I always fuck everything up
far beyond the precipice
of merit propitious
Dare I say
it’s depressingly disconcerting
for it’s duly quite fervid
the ferocity with which I unfailingly inflict
this inbound bondage
I have deemed a living hell upon myself
whose reins I shall never relinquish
Nor shall I ever dispel
the curse that these verses disperse
on my pithless personage
I search for the dirge
that might deign to divulge
my divergent urges
surging to ravage my visage
with savage compulsion
and vague supposition
Vulgar and vile these vices I vaunt
when enveloped in venting
with vanity’s wont
As I saunter hauntingly
to a daunting demise
I witness this witless world
through wistful windows of time
since rescinded sans residual reticence
of rote compliance
that readily dotes on my amative recalcitrance
To further articulate this artless affliction
so to properly parse the veil of this valse
lacking prevalent cause
prudent pause must be given
to parlay the amplitude of dispossession
so that I mayhap, per se
gain from said deprivation
With all best intentions
mentioned ad infinitum
impressed upon god’s greatest audience of none
Yet somehow I find
that the soul of my mind
ever shuns me thus spurring
to run underground
just so that I may hide
from this hideous horror
whorled in writhing
Undermining my chances to shine
with such vibrancy confined to contrivance
in idle contradiction to idyllic ideals
Where no sound is present
to presage profound plights
of piteous people persistently perishing
garishly sinking into sentient pits
of sapient despair
And here I lay
hapless in hyporeactive states
hopeless to extend a helping hand
bearing the selflessness of our sole salvation
To solve any quarrels of lore’s requiem
as ennui quandaries of quietus quell
squeamish skin squandered
Acclimatization to scandal and scourges
encouraging naught but a purging averred
Spurious inference evinced disingenuously
a word so misused it defines what is wincing
Thrust upon miasmic oceans of plasma
in plumes plotting schisms of ruinous rue
Sophists usurping
poised with dissemblance
in spite of supinely presented sound pleas
At which point I ponder
to pander implore
that you please apprise me
what purpose this is for
Aside from assuaging an aging aplomb
ere appearing as pompous
as this pen’s pathetically impaired plies
of reasoning so paltry
Alas, I digress
for my state of distress
is distorting the functions
compressing my chest
Lest I cease and desist
I shall cease to exist
but at least I know this much
is blissfully true:
I am fucked
and I cannot resist
this fool’s fate
of such languorous
and lasting lamenting libration
Intent on selling my soul
to the devil in reveries
of such voracious dyspepsy
and lack of discretion
so disseminating degrading the ground
that I share with my fellow
formations of foul indignation interred
In tombs of tempestuous vestibules
flailing in failure
so profound it resounds and reverberates
in sonorous echoes
that beckon our reckoning
in this armageddon that hails from charred skies
Rippling throughout our decrepit contortions
condemned to a cold crippling morphine drip
faintly gripping death’s sinewless hand
where we lie
Sharing Is Caring:
To Fall
to fall
into the unknown
dimension
where lovers
leave
words like
poets
bleed lament
where
corpses heed
none
but their own
condemnation
is more
than just
morbid salvation
undone
where shunned
is reprieve
born
on sleeves
worn
as weary
in storms
of contrarian
fears
shared
by one
is
to walk
into scarcity
piercing
the sun’s skin
where verity
ventures
of time’s
volition
Sharing Is Caring:
A Small Favor…
A Polar Divide
a polar
divide
e’er pervades
this wavering visage
of sinuous veil
the restive wrath
of breathlessness
whispering
frailty
the freeing influx
of fire’s adorning
roaring
with impassioned plea
and sordid rationale
a brashness
pent
with lunar ashes
but sooner
harken voices
with wretched dissonance
squandering
madness
freefalling
in monochromatic
disparity
distant reflections
sentenced
to toil the time
where heart’s
divergent dwell
the wells of hybris
beget weeping stone
by the lurching
of earth’s tormented
breeze
release me
to discordance
Sharing Is Caring:
Every Day
every day
we awaken
edging ever closer
to oblivion
none
can say
how or when
some dare
ask why
only one
stands
to find
out
i for you
and
i for i
[Artwork: M.C. Escher]
Sharing Is Caring:
A Friend’s Goodbye
my dear old friend
what end has come
by no means just
to live this dream
from which your eyes cannot awaken
who dares to rob this vacant hell
from one so true
we knew so well
who’s laugh was always our’s to share
by which i mean “our” family
you had scrapped your way
inside hearts sworn rigid without erring
a friend of genuine regard
protector of my sisters’ honor
our mister Jesse “Lame” Stamper
my brother time forgot to spare
such vital energy once coursing
through the veins as though my own
but yours was rife with staunch resolve
and none have since dared
prove such courage
surging taller than what heights
a man could bear to fall
cowardice lurks veiled inside
all stations of men ever known
no dignity near consequent
that could outshine your valor
all that mattered shone inside
the love for those you held
years have sunken silten seabed
whence we cried out “punk is dead!”
to myself, i have lied
just to say those words
and tears not shed
on that day, when first i learned
of darkness, that could not be heard
it struck me like a sun combusting
fulgurant in its static pulse
6 years ever as my senior
trapped in surpassing each one
tripped up in a past illusion
somehow ripped right from the stars
Jesse, you are with us always
like the ink that left its mark
love etched into the flesh forever
lives on within our minds and hearts
Sharing Is Caring:
Uncoiling
smoldering tears well
stinging grievous rain
as quietus quells chaos
composing in prose
of a melting maiden’s mien
to drown in throes of discord
and dreams sown stoic
of woeful implore
e’er whorling
like galaxies bereaved of light anew
Sharing Is Caring:
rant of existential fallout
i’m having a false memory about a dream i once had in which we all existed inside of a forgotten pocket of time that had folded in upon itself and transmuted into a vibrational frequency of such dynamic harmonic resonance that encompassed the entirety of all things both quantum and cosmic on a spectrum of infinite looping which so enraptured our corporeal coils in an ensconcing of such esoteric acquiescence that we instantaneously interspersed into the essence of our absence in transcendence to placid dimensions of eminence and omnipresent consciousness that spanned the heavens far beyond the liquid crystal windows through which we present ourselves as denizens in varied states of indiscretion vetting the significance of cognizance amid existence venting to avail our failings falling from our fleshy prisons vying to compose a comprehensive version of our vision through the vices implemented to prevent the avaricious evils that have sequestrated every living soul inside of silent isles of self-exile meanwhile their wastrel lusting spurns our precious chance to dance with freedom compromising all that we had ever grasped into an astral dust then scattered shattering the poignancy that once we stood to gain but rather than forgo the ego they would sooner let go of the reigns whence they had commandeered in vain through poisoning the coursing veins of mother nature with disdain and disregard imparted by their phantom hearts of darkness drowning in disreputable logic marred by hyperbolic deviants colluding with the devil deftly orchestrating devolution of every amalgamation made up of the molecules that rule our only known subsistence in this distant form that undulates between the egress of our fated path from womb to tomb to aftermath whose ingress we are left to guess in ponderance of great distress so dauntingly ubiquitous the impetus of our bequest
Sharing Is Caring:
Beneath a Bellowing Sky
i once awoke
inside
skin
so thinly disguised
as compromise
drew lulling tears
until i was shaken
by words unheard
from thoughts
unspoken
uttering
of consequence
beyond
these walls
where echoes go
to greet death
calling
as throes
of discontent
and gloaming bathe
the hollow hearts
beneath a bellowing sky
Max, or Not 
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