Sunday, October 15, 2006

Hapless poetry 11

Wrinkled white tile cringes its woven frame,
Non sui generis, flocks in golden repeat,
Statures rewinding, gently

Un-tiding,

In subdued carpet scent, indign, confided:
Ex silentium the film-grain rattles,
Opening blinds of stitch-sown eyes.

A steady hand swaying, lacing brick after brick,
Binding rust to coursing forehead sweeps;
Blush-stroked clouds feasting, lashes tracing awry,
Deaf, crippling contraception winding

Behind closed doors, grinding.

Faceted lampshades stolen,
Cobblestone vanities plucked;
Lakes shuffling behind frostbitten syllables
To fill stare-fought depressions--

Winding, harrowing
Stumbling beneath a lark's breath,

Wet, dripping clouds easing the air,
Precipitating beneath cold feet and toes;
Declining empty, statuesque terrain,
Palpitations fragrant, annulled,
Stagnant like felicific protases.

Amaranths sating.

Layered walls hide the grass-stained weaves,
Blue stripes swagger, undestined in a row;
Scenic belt-flaps dripping from the walls,
A blind mouse flashback against the back-lit screen,

Blossoming, draping shade in shadow,
Faces on mute, clock after clock, creasing,
Red before the white, 'i' before the 'e',
Pennies on the dollar,
A neo-halycon propagation lain with
Two-and-a-half famished cradles per capita.
Shingles heaving condensed.

Light-headed suffrages,
Flattering viscous antipathy,
Hard to swallow, innate haphazard neckties--
Succumbed to glass-watered malnourishment,
Satirical like-minded abstinence,
Stretching beneath folded arms,
With teeth.

Barrelclatters, shimmering prismic collateral
Subsuming aromatic prescience,
Divisive trajectories weaving nascent, quantum,
Scatological substrata.

Pillowfaced. Clattering clattering.

Atavistic parasols,
Meandering, traversing.
A placid serif redux, commodified.

Cleansing.

Cleaving.

Livid lucre consigned to neither
Meadows nor shallows,
House nor home,
Interstices nor gallows,
Proudpleased resuscitation-liberation
From the serried cold.

Mouseteasing abstraction, detraction from
Neck-laced Bouguereauic pendency,
Asymmetric dependency, oligopsony,
Concentric ascendancy.
Jejune inter-associations
Ad hominem.

Terraformed ancillaries,
A flanger of parsimony, a flame of carotids,

A catafalque shattering, tumbling, tumbling, tumbling...

Nurse and leisure,
The list goes on.

The flooring ceiling,
The valenced doors:
The postmodern lifestyle.
Subsistence piled upon subsistence.

En masse.

Ceaseless sauntering,
Dilapidated shallows blinking,
Sparse tear-shed blankets of austere assembly
Soaked in sour-lipped petulance or perdition,
Inclined without warrant;
Lonely in abundance.
Worry-less syllogisms censuring in defiance.

A fistclenching aversion, a grimace
Of antipathetic cadence
Set loosely upon a landing;
A satyr or savior
Deteriorating or ascending
Upon or below Escherian overpasses

With

Flasks of sublimated paraffin
Pouring Eleatic aridity, a soporific antinomy,
Between street, road, and boulevard,
Crux of the intersection as destination;
A sophomoric despondency
Terraced by mane and mudra,
Contantric arriere-pensee
Ad infinitum.

Pacification: substratic corollaries crinkling,
Codified assimilation retreating,
Syllables transfusing, stitches stretching:
An existential comatose refined in sacra.
Cradling hand in hand.

Bound in nest and quarry, bloom and coffer.
Adiabatic sentience:
A pang of fidelity, staple and mold,
As the world passes on.

Teratogenic concatenation.

Suffering
From heath and hearth,
Dust and pollen; caltrop and flower,
Spine and plethora.

A concertina rising
With echoes grinding--
Clouds parting, no longer conceiving, contrite.
No longer weaving:
A respite, concise.

No longer penitent, peripatetic,
Lachrymal, or dreamlusting.
Confusing serif and seraph,
Paraffin and penchants,
Mudra and mantra,

Prosaic cacophonies.

Draping, never dripping,

This vacant clutterscape divided-decisive:
Footnotes in umbilical perdition,
Layered shelves of erudition.
Autumnal agglomeration.
Chamber and chromosome.
Wings in ink.

Following the vagary to its end,
Slowly drowning--
Neatly folded, loop after loop.

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