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cold empty mattresses and falling stars

gilded honey

cascading

over sulphur

hearts and

severed hands;

sweet like

almond milk

yet rancidly

sour like

painful lust

.

i hope i don’t

scare you off

with my talk

of dislodged

clean limbs

that i plucked

within the

undergrowth

of my ribs,

tonight, i run

.

i love the

thought of

your germane

affliction,

the shade in

your eyes

speaks like dust

through wind

and i chase

for the ocean…

.

and if i don’t

make it home

before the

horizon screams,

kiss me and

hope that

you won’t be

embarrassed

by the attention

of the moon.

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Cosmic Band-Aids

The coalescing Seattle twilight was an interplaying illusion of dusk and haze, warm colours replacing the pastel skylines, only to be painted over by the deep indigo eventide. The local rustic town café was already closing up, and they barely had time to finish the last bites of their chocolate bonbons and sip the remaining drops of their hazelnut vanilla frappé, before the intermittent barista ushered them out—quite literally, with a tremulous hand and an apologetic jilted demeanour. Now they stood outside the establishment in introspective reverie, dimmed bronze sodium streetlight the only solitary light source that resiliently pierced through the caliginous melancholy.

She was a blushing rose, liquid and pale, every infinitesimal detail somehow magnified to be remarkably interesting. Fragrance of baby’s breath and frankincense, posture of a regal and sophisticated monarch, delicate face as that of an angel’s glimpse of paradise, personality of an intricate vintage lock and a million exploding suns. Her companion, admittedly, was a person of less enigma, yet was still a character of significance, an oakwood branch, roughly-hewn and intense, simple yet charismatic. That svelte and cheeky-looking fellow had untidy coffee-tint hair, a discursive ironic smirk, an insouciant slouch, and a steely glint that, more often than not, signalled trouble.

As the fog and the regent shadows further intensified, the pauses and discomfited silence between them further attenuated. Moments passed. Her candyfloss-pink sundress fluttered like a jaded butterfly as she tucked a frayed bookmark behind her seashell ear, and her taciturn companion watched her intently, like an engrossed pawnbroker. Without permission, he began to remove his worn tan overcoat and gingerly placed the article over her cool shoulders, still warm and cosy by his own body heat. Flustered by the uncalled attention, she turned away to brush a stray raven hair back into her gossamer tufted bun, and lost grip of her book of poems, fragile pages yellowed and dogeared with age. Sylvia Plath’s ancient anthology dropped with a soft thump right side up, opening uncannily on the centre page containing Mad Girl’s Love Song, and both bent down and fumbled clumsily to pick it up in haste.

Fingers tangled. Glances exchanged. Blue eyes collided with green. Hands clenched. Throats choked. Hearts skipped. Breaths hitched. Souls shattered. Their blueberry-strawberry swirl ice cream melted absently like calligraphy on the pavement. The book now lay abandoned and forgotten, its unspoken poetry dancing alongside the breeze. No words were whispered. None were necessary. Overhead, the last of the brimstone shades faded away, and incandescent stars splashed the darkness of the falling sky. Below, firework eyes showered sparks, and skins intertwined. Witnessing it all, hiding behind the wisps of pewter clouds and overlooking the nocturnal planet, the glowing moon quaintly smiled.

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PSA Filmstrips Disregarding Sobriety (Rondel)

(One, two, three…)
I remember the frozen sun
Take me back, take me back, take me
What a gift for the chosen one
Heart attack, no way back…

~*~

The madness of a mysterious night

That sobered up the theatric pain

Choked over the counter novocaine

The expense of sanity’s contrite

.

She held daiquiris under black lights

Until pure alcohol stark remains

The madness of a mysterious night

That sobered up the theatric pain

.

Under alleyways the heathens fight

Dignity they lost, bruises sustained

Fingertips were kissed like golden rain

And through it all, shadows shifted slight

The madness of a mysterious night.

~*~

Oh, the madness comes
I got nowhere left
That I can run…

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cardboard nightmares from san diego

Falling lights amass
One hundred sleepless nights
And I might be holding on too tight
But there’s a beast in my heart
And he won’t let me leave alive…

~*~

i can’t sleep

your narcotic songs

serenading

the darkness

like strong coffee,

like an addicting pill,

like my eternal fix

that keeps

me craving as

it doesn’t

leave me hanging,

are keeping me

up again.

with a blanket

for a noose

and blacktop

curtains lacing

my hazy nightmares,

the bracelets

you tore off your

lungs constricting

tearing at the

glitch in my

stupid beating heart

as sanguine souls

fended them

all away.

the delusional

circus polluting my

mind like

strangers at a

party, and

i feel like i’m

eating cardboard

and liquid nitrogen

through the

hole in my chest,

and it makes

me sophisticated

even though

the tines on my

fork are being

held by the monster

in my head.

i feel like

i’m cheating

as i begin to

see stars

on the ceiling,

in zero gravity

spinning madly

to make the

cracks and paint

peel disappear;

but heaven didn’t

anticipate to

sacrifice halogen

lights just so

i can waste it

on you.

hallucinatory visions;

the stavanger sky

that glowed

with pitch black

and stole my

knives for me,

the colourless eyes

that left their

suicide note on

the underside of

the mattress,

the tattoos that

painted themselves

against but they

pierced the

wrong skin,

the hounding

of the astral voices

screaming my

lullabies for me

like choirs

of a wasteland,

my thoughts

constructed like

a kindergarten artwork

with messy hands

and a vestige

posed irrationality,

everything…

it’s fucking me up.

nightmares;

of you and your

caramel gaze,

honeyed flesh,

and barbed wires

of your tangled hair

and that unique

playful anarchy

of a foreign ethnicity

laughing wild

all this hopelessness

infesting…

you’re fucking me up.

leave my

unconsciousness,

won’t you?

i can’t sleep.

~*~

This is the price you’ll pay
Thoughts in your head
That will never die…

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Strawberry Girls and Cherry-Picked Lies

I met a girl who never looked so alone
Like sugar water in your mouth lukewarm
She tied a cherry stem for me with her tongue
We fell in love and now we’re both alone
‘Cause I don’t need any more friends
And another kiss like fire on a pavement
We’ll burn it down to the end…

~*~

Strawberry girls are performing with shortcake hearts

And I just love the way that they break and tear me apart

I’m drinking poisoned margaritas for my last phone call

Drowned under the covers and on the linen blankets I fall

.

You think it’s high time for me to say goodbye and a lost eulogy

But not yet darling, ’cause I specialise in the art of disasterology

Garlands and wreaths and we sink laughing in softest lavender

Just like the bruises we kissed away and the lines we severed

.

I was always coughing madly under the influence of grey fumes

Drinking out of cholera water, wounding myself on rusted looms

But who will be the grenade that will pull that rusted stubborn pin

I’m tainted, sordid, insalubrious, love, won’t you make me clean?

.

As cold rain is beating down against the rolled-up car windows

We make believe with dulling thorns and hazy roses for hours

Thick blood starts to flow, like passing red buses on morrows

My sweetest strawberry girl, who ever knew that you were so sour?

.

Your shivering cups of coffee scald hotly more than kerosene

You’re so out of style, but you just love being so fucking mean

The boys in the club are youth raged and have new ideas stupid

And the tepid beer, like the summer air, is tasteless and arid

.

Your blossoming skin has always been flushed pink with spite

The chemicals in your brain keep your soul dissolving enough

Sitting high on an ivory pedestal, like flowers woven on a kite

You’re a bubblegum cheerleader, but chewed up and popped

.

Colliding like a suspended heart alongside patient bowling pins

Why did you adore all the mermaids if you can’t even swim?

I’ll pray to the devils and hope that they wouldn’t go and follow

For everyone took a bite out of your leftovers until you were hollow

.

The sunset is missing, hiding under hills and decaying cemeteries

Let’s bury the past under groves of pearl and burn it with gasoline

If only you’ll stop serving yourself impaled on a silver plate, please

Leave that to the cherry girls, blushing burlesque and incarnadine

.

The bullets from your back are yours to keep in bitterest memory

That golden necklace is choking you, won’t you take it off for me

Drunk on saccharine, bloated on pesticide, intoxicated in perfume

I’ll take your hand and hold it tight, strawberry girl, we’ll be home soon

.

Let’s dance a waltz and let the grass brush our ankles in diamond fields

Underwater ballerina, an angel on cloud filaments as you hum and sing

Where’s the misery, all the agony, those vultures we didn’t even need?

You’re a strawberry queen in a castle, and I’ll be your own vineyard king

.

A million heartbeats thumping quickly under the abysmal ocean floor

Making whirlpool tantrums and tidal waves crash against the shore

Lying on picnic blankets, don’t you love the way the moon looks tonight?

Scintillating mischievously as it whispers its secrets to gold starlight

.

Strawberry girl, it’s a withering world, so why don’t you come and disappear with me?

We could be resting, alone in our peaceful hell while that chaotic paradise goes crazy

Let’s fake our own deaths here and let the wolves chase, let the weeping foxes fight

Let’s die under the stars, my strawberry girl, don’t you think they look so beautiful tonight?

~*~

‘Cause this is a wasteland, my only retreat
With heaven above you, there’s hell over me
You said what about us? Well, what about me?
Hang from the gallows, asleep in the rain
‘Cause this is a wasteland, my only retreat…

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weeping willow tree

tiredness, the willow trees

outside are whispering for

quaint attention.

the night is young but i

am dosed with strychnine

and nitroglycerine

and evergreen on my lips—

and i ended up stumbling on

the porch steps and i

ended up sleeping among

the enveloping branches of that

weeping willow tree

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Stardust Reveries

Then he waited, marshaling his thoughts and brooding over his still untested powers. For though he was master of the world, he was not quite sure what to do next. But he would think of something.” ~2001: A Space Odyssey; Arthur C. Clarke

~*~

So say that the tattoos

On phantom skin

Are cobwebs of stars

.

Maybe the atmosphere

That you breathed

Pierce the veil and mars

.

Birthed from singularity

Incandescence of

A binary planet system

.

Suspended animations

Earth’s a play toy

Unbeknownst to realm

.

Hyperspace surrealism

White dwarf on a

Sun’s horizon falling fast

.

Man was built for clever

Whims, yet, they

Are never meant to last

.

Crash through a Stargate

Extrasolar negative

Transcending humanity

.

Tip of an ethereal finger

Detonating dawn

Instilling a false clarity

.

Interstellar absurdities

Ebon polaris pins

Andromeda memories

.

Make way for hydrogen

Of one star child

And its stardust reveries.

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Dénouement

Take a chance, take your shoes off
Dance in the rain
Yeah, we’re splashing around
And the news spread all over town…

~*~

Liquid dreams trickling on vinyl phone booths

Scarlet like cherry on our velvet sundae cone

Gauze of satin clouds swathed soft to soothe

A tepid peppermint tea that tastes like home

A demure pondering etched on a palimpsest

Calliope tintinnabulation of wind chimes sing

The Susquehanna river cascading chary west

Redolence of expensive pink perfume wafting

The vespertine serene, raven welkin starrified

Our pastiche of paradise, the cosmos taciturn

As I walk to descend the orbit, by the riparian tide

My bunbury maiden bides, anticipating my return.

~*~

You remind me of a few of my famous friends
Well that all depends on what you qualify as friends…

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Thés Dansants: A Melody in Three Parts

♪Entr’acte♪

Dès le premier jour
Ton parfum enivre mon amour
Et dans ces instants
J’aimerais être comme toi par moment
Mais depuis ce jour
Je n’ai qu’un seul et unique regret…

~*~

ACT I: Pas de bourrés

The drag melody

Keeps you on your toes

Allegorical prosody

By any other rhose

Would smell just as sweet

Yet a tincture of faux

Would it render oblique

That of je viens de deux

Golden memories

Spiel of prismatic oddities

Interconnected destinies

Wizened by enmities

Silver undertones

Faltering in liquid chasms

Moments of cut stone

Curious invocation broken

An obstinate fate betwixt

Not by aldermen told

Yet by slurry of nouvelle lips

A nostrum ancient old

.

ACT II: Pas de chat

A flourishing song

A present day furlough

Where you belong

A miasmatic yellow

In the field of maidens

Circling in the sun

Merry most brethren

Searching for the one

Cobwebs in the belfry

Bats in the mantelpiece

Pears on a willow tree

Ripest with surcease

An inlaid box bijouterie

Treasure trove buried

Overflow with jewellery

Ring fingers all heavy

Your silken chemise

A shade of firestorm

Befalling your demise

Recrudescence born

.

ACT III: Pas de trois

That senseless tune

You whistle thoughtlessly

Deigning for the moon

Trip the light fantastically

This trifecta histrionic

Amble conjectural steps

Quick traipsing hysteric

Laugh until they wept

The evensongs with tides

In a nest of evergreen

That axiom heart abides

In rudimentary maudlin

Acquiescence spectrums

Apertures I shall pay

Yet locked into a quantum

Lost by coins of lwei

Grandiloquences no longer

A harmonium rectory

And end the night’s wonder

With a drag melody.

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Days Of Lost Innocence

Innocence
Sunk the glow and drowned in covers
Send for all your absent lovers things
Sheepish wolves
Looking lived-in, eating buttons
Wink, just don’t put your teeth on me
Go on…

~*~

Where did all those days of lost innocence go?

The throes of her softest halo hair in an aureole glow

Portraits, polaroids, and daguerreotypes glimmering

Polished by the optimistic sun’s falling glorious rays

Like those cool waterfalls we’ve ended up watching

In the backyard, under the faint lawn sprinkler’s haze

Absent minded laughs last and skipping flat stones

Now it’s but shattered teeth and beaten backbones

.

Where did all those days of lost innocence go?

The giggling cobaltous clouds draping Earth quite low

Taste sweet candy matter and citrus lemonade water

Hyping our nerves until we’re both as mad as a hatter

And falling headfirst inside Rosie’s magical fairy ring

Listen now to the drizzle’s woeful charms alleviating

Red peppermint stripes in collision with pretty lights

Now the cloaked skies are stuck in an endless night

.

Where did all those days of lost innocence go?

Turning silver keys to open new doors, je t’aime, Roméo

The succour of saccharine nectar, an alla breve all stars

Chasing dragonflies on high miles of verdigris hectares

Coppery letters, copperplate title, leatherbound journals

Aphorisms on silent film reels, in monochromatic petals

Mischievous slender hands reaching inside the cookie jar

Now it’s an empty transparent container and a forlorn scar

.

Where did all those days of lost innocence go?

Painstaking fiery brushstrokes of sunset’s masterpiece maestro

A quattrocento of harmony, moonrise that this planet has stolen

Nictitating carnival elephants pass, a prosody elegantly rewoven

Flowering tides and efflorescent children of handsome melodies

We enter within Alice’s quaint atrium of beauteous modi vivendis

Bushels of sweet tarts and hearts, creeping polychrome clematis

Now its nothing but baskets of tainted hate, bushels of bad habits

.

Where did all those days of lost innocence go?

When even the wintry weather loved our every querulous sorrows

Golden eyes that bled effeminate cosmos, waiting on the morrow

A kiss from a star, as we chase from afar, abating in fled harrows

As torrent of lyres’ mellifluous tunes, akin purple blossom yonder

A calmer clemency, freckled songbirds singing a million wonders

For a crystalline reverence, a lunary spectrum of juxtaposed souls

Now it’s meandering around mad musings with naphthalene thirst

.

Where did all those days of lost innocence go?

It’s all but an anachronistic antebellum dream, the both of us know

The wolves have grinned triumphantly, as foxes tore the rabbit hole

A brevity, a fragility of the Valhalla that we deemed our haven home

The swains drivel, that dime in the wishing well flipped upsidedown

An excrescence of porphyry as the vehement grass withers to brown

For all that innocence I’ve found, my dear, was truly yours to keep and take

When your footsteps disappeared in the lake, it left alongside in your wake.

~*~

Go on, grab your hat and fetch a camera
Go on, film the world before it happens
Go on, grab your hat and fetch a camera
Go on, film the world before it happens…

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