Rustic urchins
lurk empty-bottled
with Neptunian eyes,
all briny and ocean-like -
The air is mangled,
vexed with irkish cacophony,
and shoved, uncooked,
like a jagged song,
through a rapacious flume -
I am rancid with passion,
rank, evil-smelling and rotten,
trapped in a quagmire
of perusal,
ramshackled and unabated,
boiled in tequilla spillways,
sodden, souted, soused,
three sheets in the wind,
slandered by swishy...
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Imperiled -
I stand upon the precipice
no way to move forward
a cliff behind
Urgently -
I yelp for rescue
I strain to find a way
Up, Down, Sideways
But TIME
is no luxury for me
enemy to my thoughts
always pressing ahead
hot breath on my neck
Fangs dripping Death
to many memories
The Past -
cowers in a corner
like shadows run...
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Memories
of sunshiny days
are fleeting
they pass
in a blur of ecstatic haste
and they leave behind
the bitter taste of
longing
The touch
once remembered
so familiar
has lost its’ anchor
its’ tether nebulous
Letting go
merely two words
meaningless well-meaning
but the task?
Impossible
I search for you
in the nooks and crannies
of what remains
to find you
to hold you...
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I am an Inversion
birthed in contrariety
my soul somersaults
through surly
metastasis
This state of antagonism,
a disconsolate sufferance,
is a bitter essence
The mirror casts back my visage
shapeless, undefined
a capricious vagabond
an eclipse of my youth
Lines in my face
reconstruct lines in the sand
battle-lines, crossroads
with imperceptible agony
And the cold void
between the missteps
is the...
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