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Falling Out Of Place

God knows where

Guess it’s only fair

To take me apart

From the bottom up

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If you’re too bored

To even say goodbye

Then the door’s ajar

There’s no time to lie

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We left the old days

For a stubborn haze

A feverish fantasy

Some call it insanity

.

Feel the rush collide

With nothing more

Please wipe your blood

Off the bathroom floor

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Don’t leave a message

It’s really rude to stare

I’ll be here, and you’ll be

Fucking god knows where.

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Desencion; Desperation.

fallen honesty

blinking back stubborn

tangents of another

monochrome lie

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myth turned madness

barbed wires and concrete

as rain blinds curtains—

the spectators sigh

.

again. a fantasy coveted

by a horizonless mind

resenting. assenting. again;

their obsolete and arrogant cry.

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phantasm

withered cheeks

warm not the frost

of winter’s chill

forget-me-nots

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used gallery

of paintings fade

as strokes peel off

with art unmade

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a fantasy rose

though you may be

a common thorn

is all they’ll see.

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La Bella Fantasia

“I swear that I can hear you in the wind…”

~*~

little phantasmic phantoms dance about

growing flowers at the garden of my mind

waiting to pluck out each bluebell and daisy

to fashion the wreaths into something kind

the playful zephyr is a fair weather friend

lulling each berceuse to sleep until the end

orbit sending me high into the atmosphere

but i won’t fall, no—i have nothing to fear

listening to the cherry blossoms that hide

in the boroughs where there’s a tinkerbell bride

and the mystical creatures would understand

with every speck of dust, a magic that enchants

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but the delphi hearts and oracular tongues

speak of stories and brier thorns that selfishly clung

to innocent naivete still stubbornly preserved

though only to the pristine youth that it deserves

the wily eyes staring into the darkness osiris

as the nettles grow wild prevent cogent dreams

they scoured the atlas looking for eternal citadels

the nondescript pangs unaware of incarnate bevels

shrines that i pray to now submerged in irascible sins

incoherent adages leaving bruised indentations within

will the pixies be daunted? will the elves repatriate?

Quietly accepting the moiety of their unfortunate fates?

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but beneath the black and white of underground paradise

is a fair place for scathing asters and aureole mirth alike

beyond the curlicues of charcoal smoke that paint the stars

a gossamer love decays, recording a dictaphone of past wars

in an imbroglio of lotuses, past the wafting scent of sandalwood

on the horizon, a transit of venus, a crescent smiling platitude

thoughts as crystal clear as seaglass, reflect candid illusions

show a bouquet from the spectres, a plethora of guiling ruminations

amid the taste of camphor and lead, i return to lacklustre reality

wondering and pondering when i’ll get lost again in my crafted fantasy.

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canyons

an undulating reverie

hangs heavy in the silence

past canyons abundant with sunlight

and dreams made out of cotton

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there, beyond the intoxicating haze,

you stood.

.

my lips uttered no words

that the universe could decipher

but the midnight tide understood

what i truly meant

.

now, if only you could, ma chérie

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but the scrupulous colloquy is bound to break

and the stratosphere rewinds again

past divine oculists and obstinate facsimiles

and beyond the desolate valleys

where no sunshine dares to embark

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and what’s left in the end

at the very edge of such a disenchanting,

morose fantasy

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is you, and me,

and an undulating reverie.

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In Hindsight

Three wasted years, standing still
As you opened up, eighteen miles wide
On this country drive, I can’t keep up
‘Cause you’re so far gone…

~*~

Satin eyelids closing, obstructing castles in the air

Crestfallen subtleties, vintage postcards, cab fares

A drawbridge separating, onto evergreen pastures

Fractious obstinacy lost in throes of verdant cures

Nuanced lips haunting, a tenor’s aria in resonance

Rekindling fiascos within, spectrum in dissonance

Entreaty of moribund curiosity, transforming stars

Eavesdrop from parallel dimensions hidden in jars

Skirls of a zephyr, flumes under rehearsed streams

Ceramic heart in allusion, elusive firmament seams

Gateway to phantom illusions, fairies light up sense

Don’t open your eyes yet, it all might simply coalesce.

~*~

Three wasted years, wasting time
As the hunger pains grow inside
I can’t keep up, ’cause you’re so far gone
And it’s all too much hindsight…

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Feel My Bones Ignite

~*~

The Night Gets Wasted

Banned bus seat backseat sovereign serenade

Diligent difference between a limerence renegade

Demons dancing, sober stars separating names

I’m screaming underwater as you burst into flames.

~*~

Break a Leg Tonight

I’m operating on the dead doctor with understudy nurses

He’s asking for some saline sedation and anaesthetising curses

Sewn into his own gurney, an advanced state of paranoia

I’ll lie about his terminal condition before I conduct euthanasia.

~*~

The Sound of Answering Machines

Settling for the taste of bitter window glass and sweeter tonic lips

Sp hold me down with your merest memory, and take another sip

Celebrate the way the scars constellate in your homemade fantasy

Do you think you’re the only animal who can’t breathe without me?

~*~

Pretend to Close Your Eyes

Fade me quietly into what seems to be a broken dead end reverie

Liquid lights leaking into blackened mechanisms, a faltering gallantry

I’ll run away and chase your nightmares, wrap you in a labyrinth

Exit signs crying as hell reads to heaven, you fall asleep in your plinth.

~*~

The Taste of Being on Fire

Our symphony written in blood and lipsticks, for a saving grace sonata

Tiring tirades traded, turn away and face the music, persona non grata

Two faces burning into colours, on a sunrise long-dead on the highway

Don’t make me vain for viscid vials of aether to dispel innocent display.

~*~

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searching for chimaera

Love, love is the warmest color
Petrol blues, hallelujah, hallelujah
Comes, saut dans le vide, my lover
In my youth the greatest tide washed up my prize…

~*~

it miming fantasies

a prayer of dahlias

warmth and sprigs

of wallpaper roses

cast hallucinations

spectral silhouettes

crescent lunar lamp

of moment to forget

consent trepidation

elucidating respites

chiasmus chimaera

an effete of the night.

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Stellar Blues

I’ve never dreamt of mere earthen vessels

To be cast upon the velvet midnight skies

Rocket engines and metal and satellite links

Floating amongst planets and gaseous fires

But now they’ve all become an inconceivable reality

So perhaps I could dream a little bit bigger than just pocket-sized hues

I would like, perhaps someday, to live out my fantasy

Of sailing out on a spaceship and reaching out for a star named you.

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