trying
to live
trying not
to die
run
to the shadows
straight
into the sun
no star
within reach
can undo
the truth
an answer
lies somewhere
the question
unasked
[image credit: Ernest Henry Griset]
Happenstance
In Truth
in truth
i am nothing
if not
for this
suffering
fleshed
of sighs
in nuanced
rebuttal
abjection
from sanity
lost
spectrums span
ceaselessly
i dare be sworn
to behold
the bane
of my dedition
Sharing Is Caring:
Missing
i am
overtaken
by desolate space
once warmed
by the presence
of a comrade
now absent
surrendered
to emptiness
pray not
this
vacant eve
Sharing Is Caring:
Man-Made Mood
suicide
can swoon you
come the solstice moon’s
return
in spite of its obsequious attendance
on the fives and tens
some would even say
it was romantic
though i’m not inclined
to justify your prying
either way
airing such affairs
errs most uncouth
besides this documenting
circumstances
spare no time to tarry
only in the spongecake
of a soft and silky
skull-bound stockade
does a tolerance
evince
alas, these are but
ramblings
of a mordant
man-made mood
so pardon me
for pissing
on your balsamine
impatiens
[image credit: Frantisek Kobliha]
Sharing Is Caring:
Diorama-Max Meunier/Dissociative Void
my latest poem on Sudden Denouement
i stepped into a diorama
walking through pellucid clouds
the air was tight
sky was shallow
voices, still, in static freefall
the light of day was overshadowed
jilted, lumbering eclipses
an atmosphere so stifling
like starfish lost in the sahara
fear had strung the leash that tethered me
to the abandoned mine
overhead were expectations
looming like the unseen eye
quietly, i moved below
like fetid water seeping
from a broken fridge at midnight
had i drawn their consciousness
my words would have become subverted
so it was, my tongue did stay
never would such thoughts again
beset my addled mind
returning to the ocean and the sand whence i arose
for i could not recall my name
every eve as death awaited
watching from a borrowed window
perched upon the impasse
of the broken wing of time
Max states: “I write about the things going on in my life. I…
View original post 45 more words
Sharing Is Caring:
Lost Expression
all that i desire to say
can be found lost in my expression
enshrouded by archaic airs
arbitrary to my intentions
are these conscious thoughts of truth
in conflict with my hidden layers
or is it pretense so aloof
driving rifts through solemn lair
this much i may never know
and such it is i must accept
that all i might forever show
should be not what my heart reflects
Sharing Is Caring:
Perilous Sky
my truth existed
somewhere
in her opaline eyes
a timeless visage
dangling moonbeams
from the edge of oblivion
muted by the dismal
desert sky
silently
she drove an erubescent arrow
through the sorrowed vales
of a wailing echo
which impaled my imperfect heart
i followed her flicker
’til the trail
led me to an apparition
which dissolved
into a parasol
sprawling with mesolite
then she vanished
into the night
[image credit: Kay Nielsen]
Sharing Is Caring:
Subconscious Calamity
christians are coming to coddle your kittens
with puddles of prattle not subtle but maddened
it’s radical to be crepuscular bustling britches
of rustic vernacular vibrantly verdant
in volant tribunals attributable tunes of a triumphant
visual sadly convulsing combative collusion
as clear as a warm summer day in the attic
of possible dreams drenched in leather lotharios
lithely maneuvering ubermensch avenues
ever evincing the principle paramour
pandering products intended for troubadours
mending their troubles in bubble text laterals
flattering baberaham lincoln with attaboy
linking up lankershim lost in the valley
of spent evolution devolving erratically
severed endeavors of laughter erroneous
phony evangelists dialed on disaster
in spastic capacities spooning the man on the moon
most mendaciously ponce de lunacy what i just did there
is no time for sentiments soon we will all be returning
to sediment lend me your earphones i’ll listen
to artifice smartphones and stupid humanity
hailing the vapid evocative evil salvation
absolving to imbecilic plastic munitions
drastic in form as the new norm soon supersedes
what was once named reseda and the pleiades
soporific precedents poised to intercede
somnolescent comments culled from epiphanies
septic or epic it’s difficult to decide
hiding in harems devising a matricide
armed with a fist of fastidious folderal
calling all cataclysmic mystic masters fall
into abysmal miocene themed myopics
mastications lost in listless scene’s reverie
roving through needles of threaded complacency
boldly implying the impetus for our means
median modes start eroding erratically
seraphim hymns sodomizing with nascent speed
spurring sporadic combustible catalysts
paradigms prodding elusion emphatically
safe from the phallic delusions of malcontents
hell-bent on plentiful ploys of ecstatic sin
limp as a sunday morning on a pink flag
exorbitantly dressed in drag and then storming
in on monty pythonic pliable placators
practicing sparring with swords of scorn swelling
in hordes so hellaciously formed like a stream
of striations intrinsically born to be
all they can beat on the bratwurst next door
to the exodus exiting earth evermore swore the end of this
Sharing Is Caring:
Chaotic Pedantry
these, my thoughts
a plague of vague and divergent plagiarizations
indiscriminately pilfered in epic proliferation
culled and culminated
an insipidly loquacious clamor
pulling at the seams
of a precarious defenestrator
sonorous disquietude
of pointless quips methodical
poised with impropriety
imprudently parodical
pondering the response
spurred by unintended implication
posed from every angle
with fastidious consideration
formulating fears quickly forestalled
and then falsely inflected
internalized dialogues
disseminated and dissected
infiltrated by effusively
flourishing fantasies
in fluctuating malformations
of infernal lunacy
frantically then bantering
a bevy of inbound semantics
transmuting juxtapositions
chaotic thought pedantic
poring over every nuance
with a painstaking precision
lamentations
over lingering lexical aberrations
an incessant onslaught
of neurotic errings syntactical
cringing at the notion
of the permanence of erstwhile drivel
ever ready to unravel
by mere random incidence
so unwittingly interweaved
with arbitrary intermittence
why must it be so
that my mind never ceases inundating
every thought that fills my head
with copious neuroticisms
moored and then mechanically mulled over to such mundane measure
maladaptations of mind-numbing malefic discomfiture
omnipresently presaging
prominently ominous
a vomitous slew so profusely foul and insalubrious
besotting of verbosely vulgar surreptitious linguistics
repetitious literary folderal inefficacious
unrelentingly attending all obsessive inclinations
descending into grammatical quandaries sans hesitation
requisitely structured with laborious alliteration
assonance and consonance or else subjective condemnation
were that my implores could ever be expressed externally
surely they would lock me up then quickly throw away the key
cognitive calamity at this degree of grave affliction
begets one naught but a ticket to the mental institution
left bereft of any hope for one’s existential salvation
in an exile of the vilest form of human deprivation
i must then be heedful in revealing my indisposition
if you would excuse me from thus furthering this exposition
Sharing Is Caring:
Luminary In Her Dearth
adrift
amid the vapid bedlam
palliation sought
eluding
stinging mistral
stretching onward
unseen
through the looking glass
left
to bare futility
lorn
where languid life doth linger
mistress lost
the first
the last
as she alone
compelled the stars
to loom anew
the constellations
lucid whispers
shaped her lips
like lucent kisses
illustrating
dormant creed
of freedom’s virtue
solitary
heart-sworn wisdom
salvaged from a wonted way
of this frail earth
where only fools
and martyrs
of demented mind
stand to find
a disposition
sound of spirit
. . . listen –
for her’s is a legacy
of love
luminary
in her dearth
and presence
redefined
[image credit: Vittorio Zecchin]
Max, or Not 
You must be logged in to post a comment.