distemper

distemper roses are too red superfluous violets are too blue a carnivore magnetism and horse’s breath the ravens fled as well as doves the remnant frighten hold loose tongue powder discharge written in smoke end of all conversation ashes of 1861 painted into halls of decadence puling and simpering, this haggard old woman where doth her pride and honor go? into the mouths of vultures chunks of bloody meat regurgitated for the young eat of poison knowledge tainted   image courtesy of Pinterest             Continue reading distemper

low

vertical, this vertigo pulling at lips dusky corners, beseeching. hand-me-down run-around doe eyes, darkness. timber, pine cinders wind the clock upon mantle counting time since before war or two for me, you. This diffidence is feral, infantile. Claim the field reddening grasses tattered flags, satin. linen you lie in hyperbole distance color of indigo weeping softly, so soft, as to capture whisper fine mesh chinois filter sound to only meaning. sagging braggadocio quiet politicos sign double entendre. Where now will your breath go? keep it slow. ever, ever so very low.   image courtesy of Pinterest         Continue reading low

emptiness and cold water

“how cold is the water” she said my answer, far contrabassoon over empty harbor days glazed in bourbon haze temperatures rise fall, bitter, sweet tides bring arctic currents here. she knows the way lingers too long, longingly staring into smokey sea at me, mirrors clouded sun grazing upon surface it is the shadows she fears, darkening “how cold is the water” she asks, shallow breath taken just before chill will bend what you know frozen, we all take our turns. deep is this hurt burns something fierce frigid, space I can no answer her tears slip onto the dust of … Continue reading emptiness and cold water

Missile Silo Silence

air in here, stale a pale fear, clearly of past expression uncertainty my last remaining companion. a fervent calculus upon canvas by proxy, this attention consummates our callous trappings we earn what we learn in scars, a Celtic matrimony to deadly nature exhibition three-fold terror of lesser beginnings have we all become our want insular affirmations contain our containment we, walking in dread burlesque pageantry sup upon marrow, corrosion clenching red flags in armored fist torn by southerly winds I still crave your notice when on all fours hungered by self-hatred unfulfilled aghast and broken by retreat missile silo silence, … Continue reading Missile Silo Silence

A Reading of Hope, Resignation by Jonathan O’Farrell

    Most deeply honored to have my poem ‘Hope, Resignation’ read by my friend and fellow Sudden Denouement​ member Jonathan O’Farrell​. Here is a link to the original prose. https://ramjetpoetry.wordpress.com/2019/04/01/hope-resignation/   Please visit the talented Jonathan @  https://misterkaki.blog/and take the time to enjoy his work!! Continue reading A Reading of Hope, Resignation by Jonathan O’Farrell

Hope, resignation

you ignited famine, unintentional or not.  We’re starving.  That masochistic flair you dearly love to wear finds us indebted.  We are caught somewhere betwixt hope…..resignation.  whose crucifixion is fair  I DON”T CARE  meek resolution and dirty dish water hands.  Your labia doesn’t speak anymore.  I may have Tourette’s of the soul.  There was a dream where my chest was fire and I was choking as something was crawling up the back of my throat.  I vomited a cancerous snake, dying.  It had two heads and our eyes.  I cannot for the life of me understand what it meant. My otherface, … Continue reading Hope, resignation

Come, come no closer

Comes and goes, this human condition in form of song and arrows scatterglass and primrose. Forgotten lessons relearn’ed all fears made soluble saline, and erosion last one to be saved find death in memory live with dying entente trace sacred promises in condensation upon windows and doors faces and floors caught with naught, except misspellings, condemnation a wolf howls pain wolves howl our names wind knows our shame in caricature, above windowpane rain is always cold hear, chanting chittering how do we survive malaise and madness copper burning, obstruction swollen knuckles whiten holding on for, oh dear striving for knives’ … Continue reading Come, come no closer

precession

we could have burned. tidal obliquity perfume of your nascent rejection lingers near syllables still cling to ear, barely hear breath from ashes Perihelion precession torque, force me to behave open discourse Morse code, of course we were wounded. bottom has never felt so coarse, hoarse from feeding remorse another antrorse. tiger tusk powdered upon gilded grievance angelic remnant refuse refused to note confusion savaged back upon illusion, your intrusion jack-jawed sibilance scurry meth-maddened mechanics of apsis aperture, until I fall asleep defenseless in ambition Wp=mgr/Iw your angular nature brings moments of inertia vectors and tensors depend all on Euclid’s … Continue reading precession

metal Colors, Titania pt.2

where is your shore, embanked upon escarpment, stand absolved wrapped nine broken toes, embark horseshoe cold, gripped tidal falls call us what? call us home to One who can make everything void (to start again) pulverizing, ponderous, predication go find others to contest your venom grows tepid, little viper wanton weariness, enamored by shining doublet of insecurity porous pride. Deliver us, O Lord, from the whispers of evil minds, for you have heard sounds of our weeping we kneel, supplicant God will answer. none before another linking hands to become Stronghold, embargo Iroquois iris, smack swallow, hallowed bow down before … Continue reading metal Colors, Titania pt.2

I.II.III.

I. Temper temper temper Speaking 31 flavors Of madness, you stalk me once again Dance in iris tourniquet Titan Breaking through seals Make the deal A Devil sits at my table Progenitor of pale hollow The air in here is casual A callous malice whispers Pressing upon all the dreams Dying in the cracks Of the floor II. There’s a model of your bathroom from the old apartment in my heart where you live. there’s a deal with a Devil on my mind why is negotiation such a grind in this place there’s a Giant at my table talking about … Continue reading I.II.III.