That's Crazy Talk

whisperingquill

Delirium undressed vengeance
my succubus hard to digest,

circumference measured
within a rectangle,

systematic blows
of frozen infernos
rainbow snow,

mangled in the cranial
of angelic Babylonian djinni's
watch the heavens dangle
malignant timetable
wax-stamp seals
this rubicon fable
break after the
eighth trumpet clears
the celestial table.

Quantum pathology
an allegory of
callous harmonies
castrated larceny
bubbling suffixed
seminal hiccups,

post-gold-rim glistening,

posthumous offspring
entangled in ball strings
influx of acid reflux
truculently amuck
who gives a fuck,

broken bat
cracked vertebrae
loyal polygamist
of circus midgets
ordained with travesty
marching savagely.

In this indigo conclave
I met a man who is a slave,

his only holiday
his grave
come what may
he yawped
unafraid.

I've dug my hole
without an uprising
I remained insane
committed to chains,

now I'm just a dewdrop
from the membrane
of a deitys tear ducts.

 

Copyright © 2017 Whisperingquill.All Rights Reserved

  • Author: Whisperingquill (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 3rd, 2017 01:09
  • Category: Gothic
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Comments3

  • FredPeyer

    WQ, I read it, I enjoyed it, I don't understand it. Reminds me of the saying: Men never understand women, but if you love them you don't have to understand them. Same with your writing!!! πŸ˜‰

    • whisperingquill

      Ha ha
      That is the one truth
      that will survive
      the apocalypse.

      That's good brother 🍻 I like that

    • kevin browne

      this is quite a paradoxical poem I believe. in one way it shows the total skill of word usage in such an array it becomes almost delusional yet deep in such thoughtful expression it blows the mind with excitement. brilliantly composed my friend.

      • whisperingquill

        Yeah thank you my brother I was an eighteen pack in when I started to scribble this

        Then the nod came I didn't finish
        Woke up Reverberating a hangover symphony

        Hence the name

        πŸ‘πŸΌπŸ‘πŸΌπŸ˜œ

      • Heather T

        Crazy talk, ya think? You are a pan-fried Gordian knot. You make gravy from the drippings and serve it to us on biscuit puzzles.

        • whisperingquill

          Wow ha ha
          My recoiled mind the next morning would not disagree with this comment

          I wrote it all on a etch a sketch also lol ha kidding 🌹 Thank u sweet Heather



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