I Prefer Not To.
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
ego
ergo I
forgo
grief afferent
from florid faces
fraught
with frigidity
found
in reflection
pontificating
on ploys
to placate
validity’s degradation
leaping like flames licketh brisk
summer air at which hour dawn yonder
showered eyes upon vigorous brace
the quintessence of equine preeminence
evincible glints grace glamorous mincing
thunderous echoes exuding lengthwise
exalted demise, dem legs, mine eyes
such spectacle sprawling
splendiferous in spades
defined restriction depicted
did clothe in denim
invoking a madness incurable
lest ye deftly caress with impetuous duress
o seth
shouldst thou presage to press
mine pith upon thine thigh
with haste alloweth this chaste cheek
to seek ambrose abrade
my dismal display in ardent diremption
come forth, cleave the alcove in twain
splaying resplendence
in resonant reverie
grant me the gifts of thy getaway sticks
for all of wast forsaken
in a moment so sacred
hadst cradled relentless reprise amidst repose
the length exceeds all
organic, alchemic
infusing frenetic dendritic rust rushing
clutching loincloth
enlivening languet
protrusions doth jut from jointed quadrant
afire with desire to sate with imminence
sinuous steel sinking into silken steps
where cries of compromise clingeth in clawed clamor
i stammer to stutter
shuddering bethought
on what brink wouldst i quaver
in savory slopes sweltering
neath sheltering shade
abating mine anguish
a solitary stolen wish
illustrious bough how hath thee so rendered
this tender heart smitten in prism of fire
did shape in dulled shackles of ashes erstwhile
whence harrowing spires spewed renewal
stricken with awe
unguarded guffawing
imparting the upstarts to uncharted enclave
o seth, alloweth thy sturdy stilts strapping most sweltry
to forge mine rod, sodden
in sweat born of strenuous struggle
straddling triumphant
promethean spruce
in predestined densities
and foregone clairkinesis
entwine me in thine tendrils of sooth
Them: “Stop complaining! All you need to do is to pick yourself up by your bootstraps! It’s all in your head!”
Me: “?!? No. You don’t seem to understand. Some people don’t have bootstraps, some don’t have boots, some don’t have feet, some don’t have legs…”
~little pills are my pals
when my life begins to fail
and i fall off the trail
as the entropy prevails
give me doses composed
in the golden ratio
sans acetaminophen
chock full of hydrocodone
on second thought, i’ll forgo
opiates not fit for rogues
oxycontin i want now
80mg green and round
chewy bits of heaven sent
to render me relevant
granting me everything
such as basic functioning
so that i may exist
as more than a listless void
in the languid abyss
so complicitly adroit
what was one small step for a man
is one giant leap from the pits
stepping into the life
that e’er eluded invalids
for you see, pills are power
pixellated fire flowers
or a box labled POW
so that you become the now
like a Cylon equipped
with regeneration ship
like Picard on respite
in a scant Risa tunic
Larry David when imbued
as a Gentile not a Jew
it’s the feeling of the Bern
when all hope has since been spurned
for you see, it’s never just
dust one simply needs to brush
it’s depression so deep
impressing upon our sleep
where we find no escape
ever looming is our fate
wracked with pain, guilt, and fear
falling only on deaf ears
once again, i assert
though eternal is this hurt
it is such that i will
trade my kingdom for some pills~
the culture of our ignorance
extends beyond indoctrination
and bleeds into the heart of contempt
espousing answers to the questions
we dare never ask
embracing with our dying breath
from high atop perches of condemnation
beliefs that somehow never warranted our own research
in spite of this, we clench our fists
demanding to be heard
as though our lack of knowledge
were somehow worthy of respect
inundating those who have spent
their efforts toward due diligence
with furious fits of hearsay
comprised of cookie-cutter sentiments
bereft of relevance
yet bearing consequences grave
assuring the allure
of a lifetime of corporate enslavement
for nowhere is it written
save the pages since turned ash
the urgent plight of humankind
and that of mother nature
there is no word
that ever could hold hope to thus describe
the insurmountable disparity
that lies between those in power
and those granting the power
who’s rotting carcasses are carelessly piled
composing heaping mounds of mountains
upon which the privileged few audaciously stand
as though they were so proud and tall
in rising to the call
of their self-serving pathological disregard
for every writhing soul
over which they lust to gain control
the problem is in and of itself
one of our very human nature
rooted in the innate desire
to want what is best for all
its downfall can be found in the anomalous mutations
that dictate from the dormant hearts
of deviants turned demagogues
these words are as paper dragons
set aflame in the minds of my enemies
should they ever choose to notice
what wrath they would feel
but the winds of chant carry no weight
and wait for none who spurn the hour
and so the depths of forests felled
again shall fall on deaf ears ringing
only now do i see
after all has been spent
in spite of my own best interests
it is only now
with the burdens since championed
at the cost of my known faith
the eyes through which i now see
can no longer bear the sight of silence
how does this chromosome composed immarcescible
yield compromise in cries of flesh
wrapped in skin of scolded scandal
spurned escape from brute contempt
giver of all life yet none dare ponder
the light which begets all things known
the home from whence all journeys burgeon
the earthen arms embracing death
brandishing indelible burdens
wrought by hands of ransom’s scourge
forging millennia evincing incorrigible
horrors of abhorrent travesty
torrid envy trained on Venus
flourishing afire eternal
seething like celestial wreaths
breathing in nebulous ire
solace yet denied
til stellar flight again reigns in angelic
denizens deprived of dignity
by these depraved barbarians
cogito
ergo sum
depressus
ruing the remnants dissemblant
were silphium seeds etched in silver
cast into pockets of penance
from lovers in wretched remorse
confined to colluded delusion
where atrium gardens once grew
as swift as a handful of arils
denied every season its bloom
a lulling lament left them hardened
as reason complied with dissent
and gloom granted fools divine ardor
where stars perch upon moons crescent
Max, or Not 
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