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A Momentary Lapse of Judgment

I’m just interference, noise and whispers
A shadow on the light, I’m dust on the record
Stop a static, a click, a compromise
A discord, a spark, a silhouette
A shady ghost, an echo of what’s left…

~*~

Dissonance playing rhythms in my mind

My mouth is barely touching the ground

Both my eyes cannot find their way down

Back again, I am drifting without a sound

In momentary distractions, unmemorable

Surface words leaving the barest of ripples

On the distilled clear of the glacial lakeside

With every lambent flourishing and withers

Silver lines tying and intertwining intricate

Then colourblind separation falls apart like

A shower of collapsing glasshouse, piercing

Opalescent, as shatters of astern fragile skies

Alluvial perspectivism resting itself on hearts

That have never once touched pure rainwater,

The magnitude concealing itself within caprice

And presenting in caustic dyes of oasis failures

Cacophonies dancing tarantellas in my thoughts

And my lilting lips are barely tasting the sunlight

Both of my hands can’t pull their own weight up

Back again, I’m crashing violently without a sight.

~*~

Now I’m interruption
Infinite and momentary
A modest distraction
Incomplete and temporary…

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Truth Over Thimbles And Thorns

Look in my eyes, I’m jaded now
Whatever that means by sharing these things 
I rip my heart out, it’s worth my time
Whatever that means, so…

~*~

The truth lies behind washed-out paint and writings on a bathroom stall

If love is bullshit and faux pas, there’s always an idiot to slip in it and fall

Backlash, tongue crash, offensive words censored by flowery tiding’s fine

You don’t need perniciousness but you’re myrmecophilous to my lifelines

Say it isn’t meant to be insulting, your transient infatuation is but caprice

The irony of your cold hypocrisy accentuating your selfishness and hubris

Imitation’s a form of flattery, but not when I’m peddling in diamond stones

Each to theirs, but yours is construct on prevarications, mine is homegrown.

~*~

Share with me ’cause I need it right now
Let me see your insides or write me off
‘Cause I’d rather starve now if you won’t open up…

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