gone is the gloaming that granted my voice
momentary machinations of metered mirth
succumbed to simplistic sentiment
presenting in prose and preempting

redemption returning to reliquary
shelved, i delve back into these depths
bereft of bliss borrowed
left to sorrowed shades of living

erstwhile visions have vanished
now banished and burdened
outlandishly bound by sounds
since staunched along trails of
stuttered utterance


please don’t try to talk to me

can’t you see i just want to be left alone?

what’s makes you hold such regard

for the pleasure of you company?

are you suffering from communicative dissonance?

no, i will not look into your eyes

i did everything i could to avoid you

the audacity of your presumption appalls me

what unfathomable circumstance must you have suffered

to lead you to such a state of misapprehension?

why is it that you persist so ardently?

were you raised by a pack of wild wolves?

you’re precisely the reason i dare not venture out

it’s people like you that make it so

people like me cannot function in society

please stop talking

i’m not listening to a word you’re saying

don’t you have anything better to do?

how do you not understand this?

any person with half a mind would have gotten it by now

you must have it really bad for me

god! you’re so pathetic! please go away already!

now you’re really starting to piss me off

don’t make me do something we’re both gonna regret

that’s it! now you’ll understand what i mean once and for all!

i’m sorry what was that? your foot?

i’m standing on your foot?

why didn’t you just say so in the first place?


Precipitous Parting

i held you in my eyes of twine
heavy lidded, in heaven’s fallout

at the garden of impressioned impetus
were petals adrift of quelling aquarelle

destined for reveries resting on bezel
should rays of radiance concord

as does every elegy effuse essence
come astral flights of wastrel mien

crestfallen cries affecting acrimony
as chemicals crude, and ghost collide

solace sought in trails of tined stinging
when souls embark to hearken home

a breathless whisper winces wistfully
e’er stilled by stay of loss allayed

Art and Artifice

art and artifice
implicitly aligned
structures strewed about
born of suffering

whimsical woes
weave what is reaped
by the dimness
of expansion
through temporal constructs
at imminent eminence

the flagship is abandoned
as its author
into the plundering depths
of a tapering relevance
prudence eclipses propriety
its elements
soon omitted

remnants lay errant
apparent to none
begets artifice
as art
is forsaken