[Suzerain of Sheol]

Numinosity

Aghast at existence
I cannot move
locked in concentrics
of spinning moments
exsanguinated dawns
nauseous particles with quantum names
a providence in disarray
like a springtime suicide

–it's the thought that counts

Solipsustenance

You are vile company
with your exhausted rhetoric
and your trite despair
a thorn in my arm
a piercing nuisance
injecting thoughts I wish would wither
like the crumbling of any relevance
you once possessed.

That bawling ego
those numb, stained eyes
extortionate tears
a migraine remembrance
an incessant sympathy
to break the mirrors in my mind
and appreciate the atrocities
of this world I cannot change.

But it is never enough
the poison in my glass
the noose I might command
sentenced to a life
creatively damned
in abhorrence of the moment
this pandemic mind
this virulence of thought
that is the only thing I have.

I Love Mankind

Chewing on misery
picking the bones of a life
from tarnished teeth
an unmemorable succession of moments
and me
a tidal melody
for the moonless and the mannequin
the lyrics of harassed lungs,
making their way
as the heart feeds rust to my brain
and here I lay
abused to impertinence
while amused with significance
retained, amazed, washed away
I am the husk they mutilate
the dead child who blesses wars
the consequence of caring too much
when abortions come so cheap.

Malapropic

Ballistic intuition impressed on barbarous imaginations
substantial transit of the soul to matter
effectless
vapor in hearts like tormented memes
the aggrandizement of self-evisceration
and the symphony wavers
beset by ripples, revived and defiled
the apocalyptic gesture of familiar hauntings
enumerated by moments of helplessness
there is a magician calling himself God
and an acquired taste of dead lilies
a distinction of anxiety and antiquity
separation turned intrinsic
common-law blasphemy
serene unbecoming