Apostasy

whisperingquill



With heavy scars
and rapier hands
the day drifts
and drags as a
skipping necktie party,

my payment
is residue
on your bloodied
knuckles and
jagged rubified
simper,

dangling in the
cyanide pendulum
no colour
for detestation
shimmers
in the spectrum
of your iris,

I'm a
epiphanic caricature
waltzing with
eidolic reveries,

beefing up atrophy
within densen echoes
courting contusions
trickled as vinegar
flickered osculations,

dingy wavelengths
wrestle within
strychnine marrow
burying lead orisons
in a hyaline ossuarium.

Ingesting genocide

through shots of calligraphy 

uncouth soothsayers
indite de rigeuer
mass psychogenic illness,

wielding telesthesia
sonic enfilades
micro-bursting
audacious pith barrages,

as modus operandi malice
deploys sodium depth charges
into Tekko-Kagi lacerations
blooming wisteria phantasms,

viridian lighting;

the brouhaha gaslight
of matricidal salvation,

burn it all down
oh great architect
with unilateral tergiversation
catapulting hellfire bolides,

for our salacious
museum exhibits
as a strychnine circus,

riddle the macrocosm
with pith casings
discharged from
shamanistic cannons,

we sift through
a infected cyst
drenched with
selfish ego saliva
another multitudinous
swim meet,

float my
diseased brethren
as IT reiterated
in a wretched quagmire
shrouded in a
shameless umbrage,

sipping defecated
mawkish reveries
from a percolating
reverberated rectum,

corrupting the celestial
aqueduct of Sylvius
with impeccable
venial peccadillos,

this lost vortex
of agape principles
is too insignificant
and noxious,

to be consumed by
ectoplasmic muses
of mutated mutiny.

 

 

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  • Author: Whisperingquill (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 1st, 2019 22:38
  • Comment from author about the poem: Just spitting fragmented madness
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Comments1

  • sylviasearcher

    I love how you do it fragmented madness. It was like a surreal vision playing in my head that half of me fully understood and the other half ducked.

    • whisperingquill

      Ha! Thank you
      the my mission is accomplished



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