stranded
between the contrast
defining the moon
a face
e’er blazoned
to man
dark
and unseen
vibrant
and garish
either
is not
what it seems
Precipice
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. . .
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:
End of Deus
stifled
by the sound
of words
preserved
perched
in a madman’s
hallucination
of halcyon days
ere hope
had wintered
this vale
velleity
vanquished
its ceremony
in sermon
rescinded
from restive
err
[photo: Art Redwing & Alberta Kelm]
Sharing Is Caring:
A Polar Divide
a polar
divide
e’er pervades
this wavering visage
of sinuous veil
the restive wrath
of breathlessness
whispering
frailty
the freeing influx
of fire’s adorning
roaring
with impassioned plea
and sordid rationale
a brashness
pent
with lunar ashes
but sooner
harken voices
with wretched dissonance
squandering
madness
freefalling
in monochromatic
disparity
distant reflections
sentenced
to toil the time
where heart’s
divergent dwell
the wells of hybris
beget weeping stone
by the lurching
of earth’s tormented
breeze
release me
to discordance
Sharing Is Caring:
Ode to Pills
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~
Max, or Not 