Bound

I hold to no latency
The world is far ahead,
Against me
My colour and hue
My spectrum
In ideology
As per commission,
My fantasy of strength
In a throne, of a prayer
Except me

The wandering body
Fathomed through charges,
My will has been chained
Freedom fronted by a mist
I hum in no tone,
But a shared desire
Fantasizing, yearning
Meeting fresh concrete
Hugging the dirt of my knees
As I should be

I am no human,
Of ripening humanity
Fastened upon me
No fashions of brethren
Playing curtail
As I face the awakening,
An abyss eclipses me
Numbers, ciphers
Seeming to define me
Mourning an impurity
Goodbye, anarchy

Tapestry

Sworn into the vein
Of a broken tendon
And the convex mirror
Held her death elegant
For her placenta
Waxed lyrical

Where life was once
A quantum fluctuation
In the same field,
Crimson pathology
Ran comfort through
Sinuous discredition
Once a passion-
Twice a sensation
Thrice, demolition

As her cranium sinks
Like the decadence
You ooze out of her
Density’s prowess
Spins filth into cleanliness
A fractal cranium
To purge your sins
The lighted horizon
Of a pigmented talisman

It swings in serum
Hugging the flesh
Thinned to the marked
Treasure of suffocation
Anatomy, soon elucidates
The system of a
Subset after potential

To say that axioms
Fail the malignancy
Would be to christen
The sensuality of infancy
Held, against
The compass point
Who am I to hold
Fragments in wabi-sabi

Embed me, daddy
Sew me into your
Ruptured fantasies
If Oedipus hadn’t fed you well
You could feed off me
My existence is null
Nothing but bleak patriarchy

Trajectory Iris

I’ve doused my symbols
In action, in perturbation
An act for the violet skies
Amethyst, riding through
One, too many of an alibi

Would I ache again
For the taste of nothing
To stare into the windows
Ad infinitum ad nauseam
And crave for hosted sight

My fingers re-enact
The crevices of yesteryear
And I’ve torn your walls,
To gorge on Wiccan plaster
How much is left of you?

An avatar, for a whisper
A step into anti-aether
Reality seems cogent,
For the time that frays
In diasporas and multitudes
Of shards and photonic injections

Time moves forward,
As far as thermal propagation
Plays with the entanglement
Of a photon at a distance
Till’ then, I suppose
Shall my fervor stand crippled

For I would want nothing
Other than the taste of everything
Ruptured and bruised,
By the sanction of a whisper
Nothing but the
Thought of you

The Palette Of The Horizon

Give me Zenith,
In my weary and dreary hands
Caught against the stream
Of neural, neurotic paths
Intertwined with bestiality

Blue, azure
The mystic two
In youth I find
The pigment of you
Of the men I have brewed
Doused in crimson, with their
Concentrated morning dew

With the sunset against my shoulders
The world should not
Seem as it were the
Battlefield in amber
While chiaroscuro coins
The pasteur in pastel
A mark of heist
For the commercial magazine

Proactive

Oh how they bore

A contagious anthem

To look at the parcel

Stranded in the alley,

Straight to the eye

With a ginger gestation

And aim of

Compensation

For the words unsung

In a symphonic incubator

To find meaning in

The reds across their minute cells

Diplomatic and supercilious

To lie on an anarchists’s sentiment

And play with the pleasure

Of biting the lexical rib

Into the open word

Of powers and parades

A simple ”Fuck you”.

Nuances Of A Baked Suicide

God is alive, God is dead

She reaps her nestled maternity

In a wilting flowerbed

With the same spirals

Across, within, forged thighs

 

God is a nuke, God is a fugitive

There is a needle

That halts on no whim

Against the periodic altar

Of tar, brick and penicillin

 

God is an angel, God is the devil

We rest our sentience

To the cacophony of the night

In utero, we find

A parasite

Carbon Breath

Singular ideologies castrate its own whim,
Greetings down the hall
And the sinuous prerogative
Fall deeper in alimony
To glue frayed spines, in a regressed whim

 

Catatonic, catatonic
The chimes of solicited demons
Crash against the chaos of colliding meteors
Burning the stars, cooling the flames
It works on rye,
Wheat and congenital blame

 

While I sneak a beam
With the same viscosity
As your ripened rouge
Oh how, my delicate curtained-

 

Mismatched lies
Would you
Make it touch to savour-
I’ve dollars and dimes
To refute surreptitious crime

 

With palms and ridges
Your credit history
Outlined the obesity of my matrimony
While I stay ironic,
Your disgust has led onto
The pinks that once led my
Life and heart chronic

 

And here I say
Distinction
Is no heresy
For I’ve doused
The 8-month foetus
In constant mockery

 

 

Obliteration

Retrocausal entities
Fall off the trajectory of thermal space
To find, and feed filth-

From an eye to
Tapestries of condoned might
Mother, if I may ask
And tarnish submitted submission 

Who are these men?
To blame, and to honor
Have they found my trinketed fervour? 

Leaving no permissible
Poignant postulate, an
Aerial flaunter of electromagnetic power

Curvatures lead
Infinites to coagulated matter,
It resonates as

I warp my femininity into neither
Conservation nor dispersion
Being, instructed

To use once and destroy

Hibernation

The depths of my hunger
Prey no omniscient limit
Upon the sanction of aether,
Or divine interventions
For a bruised psyche to linger

You could have your
Pound of rancid flesh
Plump and decadent,
Right as you devoured
Near the rivers swell and cold

The illicit fruit
Shines through embryonic petals, 
An emasculated odour
Printed in sublime repetition
For the alkaline winters

And I have
All of my flesh etched in you,
Words unkempt, skin in thread
My blood and sweat
Within you

Superstitions

Relentless, yet ambitious
Held the emblem of nature’s tar
In sickening spirals,
Corroding heathens and crystal embers.

May the blissful illumination
Rise forth to the scintillating stars
If a swollen abscess were to
Contaminate the forlorn skies
Optical suppression, and closeted admiration
Potency lingers amongst
Variable causal atrophy-
Yet the disease that prevails

Lay etched into my fabricated future
Filth and dust hath the blistering mint
With death, decay, and formidable entropy

The cyclic vial thus expires
With the curtain of explicit sentiment,
An enticing shadow
For a rouged sorrow
In a pale, pure singularity
Action, reaction, premonition-

The genocide of verification
Blasphemes the cradled canopy
Of dew points and coalescence
Lying in association,
Forever in threes.