Stile

well, seems like a distant growling
the cats stomach that is, growls mysteries to her mind
and she leaps,
afraid of the foretold lightning bolt
assured of the might of witless dreams
she tumbles abundle along solitary roads,
naps and stumbles awake
along the nile.

Allowed Seamlessness

Overused words mouthing final goodbyes,
nonchalant excitement dreamt up on cold mornings,
the joy of finding treasure in someones eyes,
an ugly murmuring under a blue sky.

FO

the fear, the fear, the fool
the fool, the fool, the fire
the fire, the fire, the soothing lie

foiled feeling of festering dreams,
...aren't we all dying of fearful fallings?

she seemed almost insecure, frantic in her movements, the air of an undefined goal. A carnal disposition to dismiss.

The safety of the adjusted and reconciled is a defiant negation to change.

Madness should be about spirited creation, one that elicits rumor and myth.

Treatise

Swallow a sweet sounding salt dressing.
Meandering the wispy wisdom, fully aware of clothed tales of lies.

Lost ladle of affection,
woeful treatise of abysmal truth.

A kindhearted beginning to a collection of injurious self entitlement certificates.
How pitiful when trust runs dry.

Dystopium

red apples in the sun
retreating into infant-hood

grey clouds stand thick in the sky
threatening that cave of mine

baby girl loves the sea

Jumble word stories revisited due to the forceful ambush of sea breeze against the tree leaves. Transported into a medieval past ashore, while staying enveloped in sea.
Juvenile diasporic rituals abound in despair.
Chance upon a wound and numb histories revealed.


Inconspicuous riot of travel germs

unfounded victories

unfounded fetuses

falling fellatious felines and frolicking fruit

A friend tells me, my despair is my own creation…a state I like to be in, something that helps him absolve himself from me, like all the others, I feel silly, I see truth in what he says, it makes me hate him. I see a future of never ending loneliness. Its just me, convulsing at the enormity of what I am convincing myself, that loneliness is my predicament, a punishment, an unjust punishment I have meted out to myself to convulse again sadly at my reflection, there his words speak again in my ear only its my reflection speaking.