Category: Poetry

as sorrow sows

its seed anew

I reap

its savage wander

again

a grievance

rends me

unaware

and spares me

not

its grave

afar from my grasp

was a wisdom

unsound

to have held all

and nothing

at once

and how

I would wince

as its tinsel unwound

wearing wounds

she has yet

to repent

as the son
of a sadist

unsworn servitude
has withered my will

and left me
to brood

for sorrow is certain

through self-sabotage

existence
a sentence
of sordid mirage

the endless hour
unravels

we writhe
under the moor

as earth arrives
unsung in reverie

fateless,
evermore

at once
the sun had risen

through sanity’s remorse

our faces
worn

amidst the arbors

lost
within god’s door

when i cannot
quell this chaos

kittens call
to calm my nerves

droves of prismed clouds pileus

gather in the distant stir

auric airs of heirs ailuric

stirring purrs on beds of fur

fucking hell
i love my kittens

foremost
i doth e’er aver

curse this whole contrivance
where our pen perverts our thoughts
bastardizing our expression
into ostentatious dross

which, indeed, is most ironic
even now, i must abide
by the terms of its imposing
despite how it makes me writhe

were it only that i could resist
the pretense of the mind
set upon me with insistence
i am loathe not to comply

for the state of my affliction
disallows for deviation
from its ardent homeostatic
cognitive disposition

so beholden to its power
though emboldened by the hour
i am helpless to assert my will
and thus, i lay here, dour

such finite truths
shall yet unfurl

as we await

unwitting.

the tragedy
of days, unending

the trill of earth afoot.

how tender
is the untrained eye

which falls
upon the burdened hallow

writhing
in its sense
of self

to leave this place
no more.

allow these failings

fear no loss

for freedom
bears no will

i trust.

in tenses past

imploring, e’er

with sovereignty
forsworn

if anything
i’m duly adamant
in my deciding

on the certainty
with which i know
i never knew a thing

for if i had
and still proceeded
with such heedless choices

one could only ascertain
that i too
am human

“it was i”

spoke the ire
of our yesterdays

fleeing
on the fleeting fiery sun

all-consumed
by the ruins of the apogee

long into the sea
it surely sunk

we resigned
to thus conspire

by the bleakness
of a burden

only words ambivalent
could ever shun

forever mired

in a tireless aver

naught

lest bygone reveries
confer our sum

let me tell you something
all about a dude they call “oldepunk”
with an “e”, of course
for higher echelon
and “h”, for hunk
which is silent
for you see, it also stands
for humble human
hedonist of sorts
and reformed hellion
who lives in Houston
tearing through the streets
he is a hot-rod lovin’ ramjet poet
full of fire & fury
while dichitomously calm & stoic
wielding such a plethora
of complex lexical expression
every poem i read of his
is like a comprehensive lesson
serendipitous, to be exact
surreal in all dimensions
speaking to me in a way
as though it were a special mention
bolstering the shared connection
present since our first encounter
when i was a whelp
and he, a Sudden Denouement co-founder
his consideration for my e’er reclusive disposition
comforts me in times when correspondence
proves a wisted mission
yes indeed, i miss him
along with my family of damned poets
hopefully, this anxious curse
will soon subside so i can show them