Pretender jester

The princess prances down the halls as if she owns them one and all, self-anointed so, by perceiving princely bold advances and apparent surreptitious glances Pretender to the throne, she insists that it’s her wits that got her there, as she’s wont to wear her tight gown and her polished, flaxen crown She knows herContinue reading “Pretender jester”

Premature complications

They’re premature complications And predictive stipulations Of mentally strained gyrations In infinite preparations Overwrought and overthinking Details sought and in them sinking Not yet moments but in a blinking Overwhelming disaster linking Ever breathing, but forget to respire So smell the roses, and duck the crossfire Read the daily prompts and let them inspire ThenContinue reading “Premature complications”

Nun the wiser

She expected the spider’s web to shimmer, having felt the draft an instant before. Nothing more than a peripheral afterthought, as she prepares her Rosary, in the heat of mid-afternoon. As she prepares to pray for him. Her cell is modestly decorated in passing time and empty space. A single bed, made each morning withContinue reading “Nun the wiser”

Lipstick kiss

of a lipstick kiss and requisite reflections on waves of discontent; not a lover’s quarrel, merely coercion by happenstance blown through the trees; bearing water red-handed at the shore’s summoning – a souvenir of the dalliance – only to drown beneath the weight of a lipstick kiss floating on bubbles by marianna_a

Movie night

Moonray nocturne at sweltering dusk, sweat bedighted lines from the pale actor’s whip, rake his torso Obdormition onset by ignavy, recumbent on his bed, mesmerized by the spinning blades overhead The rotation mingles with blueish hues and shadowed cues; dust provides the grain in this 16mm strobe A movie projection flickers to life, of life;Continue reading “Movie night”

Rolling hills and butterflies

He plods along his head hung low, his past and future he drags in tow And dreams as hope then slowly dies, of rolling hills and butterflies With a steady gait, this fool of time, just plods along life’s hellish climb And left alone he bears his wait, he bares his soul, and bears hisContinue reading “Rolling hills and butterflies”

Tombstone garden

Imbroglio bedlam – madness wing, twin windows barred behind a wilting cinquefoil Twisted linen ropes escape each, abseiling to the tombstone garden where within the pistil presses Genuflect beneath sacrificial temples sullied by questions, reverent before silent halls unadorned by answers Guiding the supplicant hand of god to take a life, to free a lifeContinue reading “Tombstone garden”

Is another man’s treasure

Slip through the night he must, challenging the darkness in corner and alleyway, twixt apothecary and bakery, ‘tween hovel and cesspit. I must embrace the space where shadows lurk, if I’m to quest successfully this night. …he whispers to himself, knowing his treasure is nigh. He pauses to hearken for a rumble of the dragonContinue reading “Is another man’s treasure”

The forest path

He once walked the forest’s path beneath its saber arch, listening to the march of crisp, falling leaves in the distance, electrified by the banshee wails of crickets keening through the trees, lulled into serenity by the songbird’s reverie Then from a voluptuous horizon, came she; variegating his dwelling in silvery pendalogues, poetical prisms, andContinue reading “The forest path”

#69

secreting a saline soliloquy while the tambour calls to war immersed in inferno insurgency riding shotgun ‘bove rapid ichor vaguely expressing the pressure behind a stiff kamikaze gale deters not the coming agressor or the inexorable coffin nail mannequin’d from mental vacuity as the terror takes its toll resigned to wishful torpidity panic’s stealing anotherContinue reading “#69”

Cubbies and corners

In the darkest parts of the starkest hearts In the cubbies and corners a rebellion starts From the silent dreams to the violent screams Therein you’ll find these desperate schemes For the madness mends when the sadness ends When the will is broken as it no longer bends Then a hidden seed grows the biddenContinue reading “Cubbies and corners”

What is the reason for being

Happy people aren’t trying to mock you Happy people don’t even notice you Or they fear being swallowed by the likes of you Couples don’t hold hands to smite you Couples hold hands to be attached Or to keep the other hands from wandering The woman isn’t parading for your eyes The woman is paradingContinue reading “What is the reason for being”

The gambler

Gimme your damn wallet Said the middle-aged pyknic, in a slow and deep cadence. A clearly edacious black man, with an air of dumbfounded innocence. His pinguid complexion bled rancid stains beneath rolls and rotund. While a mayfly’s attention echoed in his cleanly shaven dome. Gimme your damn wallet A macilent, black youth wearing aContinue reading “The gambler”

Tant mieux

She stitches her lips with little white lies Then tastes wet iron, as the silvered needles sway like windchimes Beneath her noisome, tarnished words Harboring an appetency for secrets and deceit Her euphonious whiplash would beguile callers with playful dispraisals from sanguine smiles Then she’d lie awake in her chamber, counting the bruises; accompanied onlyContinue reading “Tant mieux”

Sleeve redux

A chest that bears his emptiness Which the blood-stain will profess Soaked completely down to his sallow skin Leaving no choice but to redress There’s just one shirt that remains to him The raiment in which he grieves It’s black and burned and stained in tears With sorrow adorning both sleeves *I didn’t like the (rushed)Continue reading “Sleeve redux”

Rivulet

Perhaps an artisan’s chisel and hammer may deconstruct the carefully concealed façade Revealing rivulets of imperfection mayhemically scarring limestone The chert, befouling exquisite slate by its mere existence and presence Swirling impurities metamorphosed from pressurized, complicatized layers A frantic fractality of feints fragmented for misdirection and survival To some, presumptive beauty in stagnant veining, foreverContinue reading “Rivulet”

Pendalogues

Pendalogues of lamplight Falling down the stony stares Tripped when realization dawns That no one really cares Swaying absentmindedly Inured to dulcet voices Hollow in the lamplit room Immured by darkened choices – ◈ – Pendalogues of madness That feed the freshet down below Turn crystal pools of sadness To sanguine shores that overflow NeitherContinue reading “Pendalogues”

Invisible

The shadow, swallowed by the darkened corner The below average, bringing down the curve The dead, overshadowed by the crying mourner The straight-laced, out done by the crazy swerve The teardrop, melting in the scalding shower The single note, dropped in the concert hall The whisper, lost beneath the voice of power The mighty tree,Continue reading “Invisible”

Company

The inkwell tumbles over welkin and wit; her seething susurrations invite slumberous disregard The puissant voluptuary, the sadist, the con, swallows me with magmatic lips, melting resolve and self-control Fervid angst transudes through saucers into lacustrine stains and chilling horripilation; restrained by fists of silk and ichor ropes She chases me through my tenebrous id,Continue reading “Company”

Waterfalls Op. 1

Waterfalls wash over ivory stones Largo ripples on alabaster bones Mountain tresses of billowing streams With graven nocturnes in raven dreams Dolce showers from clouds on high Are borne away by trembling sigh O’er lacquered lake of purists black Come rampant storms that purists lack Unbridled rage of torrential rain Heaviest downpours a forte gainContinue reading “Waterfalls Op. 1”

Between the lines

Note: this is purely conceptual and silly fun, evidenced by itself… Read between the lines To know the secret lies Or you’ll be left behind Don’t miss the hidden cries Where words pretend to fall The eyes won’t see what’s written They’ll never say it all When with just the words you’re smitten But understandContinue reading “Between the lines”

Fret

With blood encrusted fingertips Beneath her shattered fingernails An unbreakable determination Fills wide her billowing sails She continues to fret the layers Each stroke deeper than the last Ignoring those, unwilling souls To see beyond his troubled past She knows what lies behind the pain Of his brick and mortar pall And soon she’ll pullContinue reading “Fret”

The fart catcher

Lightning split the sky over a secluded, Philadelphia country road. Autumnal sycamores and ironwoods embraced the winding route. Swollen with deep oranges and dirty yellows, they burst into glossy, earthen watercolors with each strobe of the darkness. A midnight blue, 1922 Ford Model T sits almost motionless under the driving rain. In the middle ofContinue reading “The fart catcher”

Deplete

He couldn’t help but watch them They weren’t trying to hide He could even hear them In pieces, anyway, on the corner The twenty-somethings The woman was beautiful Although, not in the raw, carefree, subtle, palm tree way Hers was a manufactured beauty A skyscraper, an architectural wonder reflecting a brilliant sun But not theContinue reading “Deplete”