Egomaniac extraordinaire, psychopathic sexualis, vast and voracious, rapacious and enraptured by ecstasy devised by edacious and illicit cognition concluded in the ever-never…thine apotheosis, sayeth my son, whilst I the father, hands clasped upon a rock, gazing into the stars at my footstool..and I see the bastard son, the only one, broken young—the Superman…red cape flowing—soaked…
The contrivance of the Unified Man blemished without a single bruise, wrapped up in snow-flaked green and red sparkling, crackling paper, whispered…
All hail the poet laureate lascivious no longer, laughing through his treacherous tears, raising his cowardly countenance to the heavens feigning a cinematic fortitude as heavy ivory keys stomp then sprinkle lightly from the hands of Satie. Amber, orange, brown, grey, and a watercolor smudge of said hues stroke violently across the path atop the…
I think of past lovers. I think of present lovers. Old lovers still present. Invisible ribbons of perfume caress my face as I speed in my motorcycle under the shadows of falling leaves—and there you are, in the lavender, in the orange blossoms, against the rose and the vanilla, with your…
What trite trembling did negate thy tender troubles? What agony did beckon again and again from surreptitious depths, to assuage the flooding of present regrets, to hammer furiously at unknown desires—yearnings passively vapid and banal. Illicited and vacuous, ignominous the occultation of your hunger for him…for he breathes into your branches—the blazing breath of summer…
O Humanoid, why not hail hosanna and discard haughty heterodoxies—report to headquarters immediately, run down labyrinthine hallways, huffing and puffing on your way…the cosmos slowly whirring, stars meticulously spelling thy name in twinkling array. Monstrous engines humming. Metal blades delaying. Envelopes granulating. O Superman, without a dial tone how can the forlorn…
Brutal lyceum, unctuous are thy halls, where charlatans selfishly share the air with sullen song, Satyricon. O Petronius, may the scarlet ribbons flow from your yawning wrists, pauciloquent and pallid, and with maroon clouds forming in the hot bath you sat in, a plaudit storm erupted on the other side of that wall. The…
Happiness is hell and heaven is where you’d rather be Truth won’t tell all the lies you sing to me Confirmation the train that left the station but bludgeoned by your own brain, you claim acclaim in every destination Death…
undeciphered and submerging while ascending meet the flood a hum gyrating apex benign reason without balance brutal and blasphemous a clamor once a shout syntax chained in memory twice phonetic stimulation delving fiercely quite reluctant o sordid admiration substitution blank aloft amid the fundamental rhyming seasons i used to long quite frequently for the indifference…
There are no boundaries set The time and yet You waste it still So it slips through your hands Like grains of sand You watch it go There’s no time to be lost You’ll pay the cost So get it right… – There’s No Way Out Of Here David Gilmour Radical…
