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Accept, Allow

red, green, and blue

black, white, and gray

quiddity
is not a crime

if not for your lips
as they rest on your face

would your kiss then
no longer be yours

is ego content
with ill-gotten conclusion

your virtue
my heart doth avow

to all the world
this
i shall ever aver

requite not these words
with the burden of speech

in tacit skies
we remain boundless

unwinding allusions
to infinite realms

where idyll
submits not
to idealization

 

 

[image credit: Vittorio Zecchin]

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This Pill

how is it
this pill
grants me the will
to carry on

it appears
as nil
however, still
i’d simply marry one

vicodin and valium
lorazepam and lithium
temazapam and tramadol

i kinda fucking want
them all

even if their glory
ever fades
into diminishment

issues anticipatory
pervade with omnipresence

what have you
got there
and would you care
to share
the love

if not
tell me where
might i repair
to scare some up

methadone, morphine, and molly
oh by golly gee
they’re great
opium evokes opining
oh please god
don’t make me wait

it might be
you think of me
as being a heedless hedonist

ah, if you could only see
what burdens
doth my life consist

rue the day
you ever have
to compensate
to gain composure

caustic truths
beyond control
servitude of lifelong indenture

dare not judge
this “crutch”, you say
is much more
than your
dearth of knowledge

currently facilitates
go suck on a
whatchamacallit

p.s. i don’t mean
the candy bar. . .

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Please Explain

i wouldn’t be lying
if i told you
i was being dishonest

at which point
would it really matter
anyway

its purpose
was not born of malice
nor to pacify
or justify

it is rather precisely
this reproachable pretense

of which it was my intention
to deftly circumvent

i’ve yet to find
the patience
for effusive explanation

if by scrupulous omission
i can subsequently skirt
obligatory inquisition
based on commonly feigned misconception

i would much prefer
to proactively forgo contention

conveyance is not my forte
abeyance is far more fitting

honestly, is honesty
not honorably objective

true, this might sound objectionable
as veracity is, voiced aloud

i swear i’m not despicable
and certainly, not proud

but i so despise such prodding
it deprives me of the scant control

over that which i have deemed
as essentially inconsequential

arbitrary, as it were
not befitting of retribution

now, if you would exuse me for asking
what exactly was your question

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Framed From Afar

this exile takes place
from an ivory tower
vague apparitions
with faith entwined fingertips

phantoms evoking
a severance of heartache
dispelled by this wanton hand
ever unwittingly

leering at solitude’s
sanctioned reflection
as flesh-scattered ripples
abscond with reality

doorways predestined
lead might into dolor
if only this wretched husk
could quell their steward

flickering faintly
confined from afar
as a triumphant failure
forms scars of afflicting

where sadists will suffocate
unfitting masochists
frigid breath drawn
from the lungs of aloof gods

falls

sentencing sanity
framed by dysphoria
fragile like icicles
stranded in plain sight

the derelict denizens
long denied dignity
delve into depths
of a daunting undoing

willfully swept away
by waves of wintry swell
lost in a lion’s pelt
dealt the deciding blow

shrill piercing of the sword
bequeathed of heaven’s bane
quilted depictions
sew scorn into looming sloe

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Perished Planet

life eludes
its own existence

save the day
our lips collide

upon the spiraled
astral cusp
in luminary solace

clasped together
damning every grain of sand
felled from our grasp

whispered words
dripping collapse

from noctilucent clouds
escarping

i implore you
promise
to eclipse me

like a second sun

let not this fleeting
false abyss
reduce us
to accursed ashes

consciousness
committed to the listless
loss of languid silence

let us be
the impetus

that summons dusk
and dawn
anew

reflected
in the morning dew

strewed long
the perished planet

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Psychotelepathic Kitten

every day it seems i am beholden to an untold power
i once thought was emanating from my garden’s wildflowers
but since new damning evidence has narrowed it down to my cat
my life has been a whirlwind of sin and there’s no looking back
the force exuding from this kitty is anomalously grave
its effect has left me to a lifetime as my kitty’s slave
endlessly i toil scooping his remnants from the litter box
and i won’t even mention all the times i’ve had to darn his socks
i cannot explain nor understand the tasks which he assigns
all i know is if i fail the consequences are unkind
by his ardent insistence, i have to wear a pink mustache
then i must go downtown and panhandle to re-up his stash
he has what you might call an addiction, and it’s quite severe
once a week i make the trip to Humbolt just to bring it here
criminal-grade catnip is financially prohibitive
but if i should refuse then it is likely he won’t let me live
recently i had to quit my job so i could work from home
if i did not comply, he insisted that he would have me cloned!
ethically, my opposition to such things does not permit
so i became a phone sex operator as do most hermits
you may laugh, but i assure you, this is deathly serious
my kitty cat will kick your ass if he hears any word of this
again, you scoff, but i implore that you should take heed of these words
otherwise, i cannot guarantee you won’t end up a turd
understand the implication, yes, it truly is that dire
i scoop tough guys like you from his litter box as is required
that, of course, is based on the assumption that he will take pity
on your wretched soul, for truly he’s a nitty-gritty kitty
certified and licensed by the Badass-Felidae Committee
they’ve got local chapters based in every major U.S. city!
now look what you’ve gone and done! i’m late for his standing appointment!
at Suinolon Spa Spectacular which means a sturdy groin kick
not only for me but for you too for wasting his precious time
here he comes now looking like he’s out of sorts and not of sound mind
i can’t bear to witness any punishment he wreaks upon you
so i’ll have to close my eyes while he exacts his wrath of kung-fu
there, you see? i bet that you’re regretting having not had listened
to the true-to-life tale of my psychotelepathic kitten

[image credit: Louis Wain]

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Science

to see you

is to understand

the urgent sway
of gravity

the spectrum
of infinite hues

precious molecules
in bonding

you fill my primal senses
with the knowledge

thought divine

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Descending

we are
lost

amid our own profundity

or

the inference thereof
at least

platitudes
of desperation
haunting like a dormant plea

just to close our eyes
and still yet see

is not enough
to sate

the all-consuming
fervor

to project
somehow

a vision
that might justify

the burden
of our disposition

frozen
existential fractals

giving way
in their descent

careening toward oblivion

with nothing more
than the solitude

of a solipsistic incarnation

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