Aberrant Sundays

Sunday morning sadists
sing discordant of their greatest sin
a stinging ricochet meets copper
in leather-bound summation of insidious domain

stifling sun of sordid swelter
writhing in self-flagellation
rising welts on skin born sacred

words belie the skies afire
irony left to the gallows
sworn in blood wine
bread of flesh
and symbolic disparity

all the passion reappears
when draped in ire
trapped in painted windows
tainted scenes of glass stained tragic
framed above the haloed heathens

listless martyr ever-looming
unrelenting sting of stigma
fingers crossed in accusation
pointing toward our innate state

of human beings being human

and then to see such opulence
flaunted about so garishly
attached to hands soliciting alms
from desperate indigents in worship

shameful exploitation stretching far beyond reproach
as the spoils of their devout extortion
are soon transposed to golden thread
to sew the splitting seams of pockets brimful

dismal are the dreams fixated on barren subsistence

what is reaped are mindsets of maniacal indoctrination
self-fulfilled by fearful deluge
ethical paralysis of covert imparting
compromising our capacity to comprehend
the consequences of our actions

framing death as moral answer
sacrifice of so called “soul”
a sentence served of self-inflicting
orchestrated by a savior
intrinsically born of usurping
based on baneful male womb-envy
guiding men with egos fragile

terminally compensating
gravely vying for control
through brazen claims of self-appointing
pathological presumption

placating their perceived lacking
tactless hordes of form barbaric
storm the streets to spread their poison
pious perpetrators of a violence unprecedented

viciously conniving for a self-sought absolution
through the veil of our avowal
of their never-ending avarice

they gaily flaunt before our faces
wonted are we to submit
and worse

to serve as known accomplice

Sunday morning moral comeuppance
plundering our forlorn plight
frightful death and heaven’s scorn
adorn the good book’s turning pages

if there still remained even a shred
of our humanity
it would be the first thing

we would burn

[image credit: Frank C. Pape]

Extant Toll

reeling from the shrill assail
falls entropy surreal
shrieking past in amaranthine streaks

present will
spawn futures fading

fanning flames
of phantom fears

the silphium of self-affliction

arms outstretched

wretched hands of spider-like accosting
insistent to collect the extant toll

mortals of a moribundity
so profoundly mundane

stranded on ledges
of bridges burned
at oblivion’s edge

a futile spiral of lament
into event horizon

[image credit: Freydoon Rassouli]

As One

hours give way to days

stripped of all
but all things arbitrary

every breath a lulled semantic
waning further with each pull

messengers of life’s surrender
dole out cursory entreaties

just as i
they suffer in a solitude of silent truth

trudging mournfully through the morass
in erstwhile lamentation

writhing in the paradox
of reverie amid eschewal

pray your voice ne’er stray afar
come throes of disavowal

fleeing from these feelings dreadful
reticence of conscious dispose

as we are, hapless to unwind
the circumstance that is time’s bidding

still, i cannot stay the ingress
of my memory’s procession

though i failed to give you ward
when desperation marred your world

so profound was your disposition
that i can now forgive myself

should all the stars above
assimilate in singularity

i trust our souls
will always be as one

[image credit: Marta Kiss]

Untold Memories

the world could only end
without you here

where mountains slow surrender
to the ceaseless seas’ entreaty

beneath the spired redwoods
breaching lucent skies alluring

through arid valleys of toiling sun

stretching long onto the virid shores
where first i held you

this land will hold our untold memories

as time permits their essence

in a distant realm of consciousness
we manifest as things once precious

i know that there could be no other way

despite the days adrift
inside abysses of solemnity

the twilight of your kiss cerise
still faults the earthen sheath

[image credit: Rockwell Kent]

Such a Fool

summon now the sable sword
to cleave this polar sky in twain

lay my head along the bleak horizon
toll upon my eyes

i have borne a madman’s witness
long ago with words immured

on the fringe of fragile conscience
begat consequence unhinged

strenuous this enatation
tethered to tenuous strands

whence the ground surrendered new depths
now returns a glacial ceiling

faintly i recall a feeling
partial to the sun’s refrain

robbed by time’s rapacious clutch
and such a fool am i no longer

[image credit: Rockwell Kent]

Thoughts of You

hey
I been thinkin’ bout you.

moments still descend from oleander into onyx
persistent, linger thoughts of your rapport
I walked along the line in languor
like the thousand days before
in the canyon where the sky once spit out fiery metal

the faintest breeze aroused a rustling
as I neared the elm-thronged clearing
ghostly remnants haunting rubble
in the durance of unrest

striking me with urgent ponder

rain-soaked midnight kiss of winter
need to stay time’s sifting sands
fumbling through love’s confessing

though none were tantamount
to the exigence of your return
spurned without the solace of your gentle disposition

I stumbled looking downward
as I searched the desert floor
looking for a mote of Mother Nature
I could capture in a bezel
of her bounty’s afterthought

my mind began to wander
through the endless roads meandering
each one holding hollow hopes

your hand in mine
the empty skies
adust with burning amber
if we could, just for one moment
steal away beyond the sunset
where no worlds would lie between us
I could see my woes and worries
vanish into nothingness

alas, my otherworldly aster
seraphim of wistful winds
this distance belies reconcile
and I have yet to find an answer
leading to sufficient ends

[image credit: James R. Eads]

Reverie

my longing for thee
hast spanned the ages
formed whence mine eyes
felleth ‘pon the first star
heaven e’er hungeth before me

in the dawn of incarnations
dormant layeth mine heart’s behest
driven by duress tormenting
sated only by thy touch

happenstance at times denied us
sorrow then spurred conflagration
all consumed by thine impelling
left bereft skies turned to ruin

in reverie with ardor singeth
harmonies of our reunion
by the virtue of this plight
we walketh ’til the sun’s retire

 

[image credit: František Kobliha]

~Trending~

~trending~
FUCK. i hate that vapid social media inspired expression
for it’s antithetical to my beliefs in every aspect

fuck your trite, banal suggestions
tailor fit to suit excess

the essence of existence is organic by nature
not of informed contrivance
thriving on planned obsolescence
and surreptitiously intrusive analysis
of every molecule of our daily minutiae
if you would please mind your business
as opposed to that of mine, perhaps i could then relax
but i suppose that my “business” is your impetus
incessantly devising channels
of collusive machination
desperately masterminding plots
to gain my undivided attention

hoping to be validated purloining my pittanced earnings
ceaselessly you inundate ~consumers~ with covert manipulation
dignity, it seems, has gone the same way of integrity
along with honesty, respect, and simple human decency

witness now the devolution
through our basest degradation

exploitation carried out
by our complacency’s compliance

captives of controlling forces
fostered by the fears we cherish
should we perish
all the world would crumble into dust forsaken

such a state of indignation
ego masks our greatest failing:

knowledge of our human nature,
plague of ever looming horrors.

~trending~ is just the beginning
tidings trained on influencing

truth is not begotten through lies vocalized ad infinitum.

if it was that we could ever descry what is, in truth, ~trending~
we might not survive the overload of such abstruse injustice
wreaked upon our weakened states of tenuously held conviction
culminating into such acute compartmentalization
formed of senseless rationalizations based on circumvention

ignorance no longer is a viable excuse for treason
fleeing from responsibility ploying to shift the burden
there must come a point at which we draw the line defining ethics
thus avowing our humanity or shameful lack thereof
no longer will we abdicate the causal factors of our fate

for noble truth requires no headline
as it airs self-evident
there is no precedent thus needed
to affirm its relevance
what hope do we have for conclusion
lest we furnish sound decisions

found beyond the schisms of mass media-driven illusion

fuck every inane distraction
doling dubious semantics
look at what occurs when we allow
ourselves to get entangled
“covfefe” trended in a spectacle so grand wresting the nation
scarcely did we notice the affront afflicting Mother Nature
by a fucking idiot who redefines the nomenclature
of the very word with his absurd bids to destroy our culture

honestly, what terrifies me most lies in the fact
that had we been aware
we likely would have seen the same degree of apathy
amongst the general public
unable to see beyond his vulgar rhetoric of petulance

let me now apprise you of the truth, which, for myself is ~trending~
suicidal idealization triggered by the ceaseless duress
of demoralization, disillusionment, chronic depression,
dehumanization, paranoia, feelings of dejection,
cognitive dissonance from a lifetime of dissociation,
neverending affronts of existential invalidation,
persecution, indignation, soporose inebriation,
complex PTSD, isolation, operose avoidance,
ADHD, bipolar-both I and II, pellucid moments
fraught with such a gripping sense of hopelessness
from bearing witness to such egregious injustice
on display in vulgar incarnations of flagrant sexism,
buorgeoism, law enforcement killing black men,
Nazis framed by euphemism, supposition,
sanctioned sectarianism, church-protected molestation,
privilege of depraved rich white men, unabashed bigotry by tax-exempt so-called ~religions~,
rape culture, police states, prisons run by private institutions, war veterans disgraced, dishonored, exploited, and then forsaken, private-run health care industry designed to extort our dollar withholding the care required by disenfranchised citizens, fraudulent affronts by fascists falsely claiming communism, brazen systemic racism, ethically bereft opulants, omnipresent corporate-ties to every single fucking construct, dismissive attitudes at even vague allusions to such problems, how the fuck is anyone not outraged
to the point of action

really, what i mean to say is communist armed-revolution
(true communism, not the grave misapprehension, “communism™”)
even as a pacifist i understand that such time has come
lest we acquiesce at the behest of heedless corporations

proven without fail as being beholden to corrupt agendas
any means to justify the ends of planet-wide destruction
there’s no way to reconcile nor comprehend these truths before us
even if what’s ~trending~ sends a message of resounding chorus

[image credit: Livio Abramo]

The Devil You Know

now i see the spiral
coalesce upon your umbral breast
swallowing the Milky Way
with nary a word of contrition
nothing in this driftless wasteland
ever could sustain your septic need
to reconstruct yourself with remnants of your sadist wrath

precisely at the apex
of this doleful conflagration
you strike from spools
of spent conspire
and revel in the fires left burning

one thing i have relunctantly learned
is family is but just a title
granting twisted torturerers
unwarranted permission
evil of entitled villains
feigning love to smite your soul

[image credit: Louis Wain]