I
I am Ann, Anna, Annastasia
confined, confounded in her own fantasia
roll over doggie under my car
oh i'm sorry, i meant it
she told me, when she told me
i had to obey
a rubber stamp and electric nodes
shock, convulse and make me sway
oh make the voices go away!
II
Smashy smashy Annie
throw mummy's good flower pots
over the wall into the yard
weee it'll be so much fun
come out and play Annie!
III
You naughty girl, stand in the corner and
think about what you've done
what did I tell you about listening to your mother?
bad girl, strike yourself
iron out the creases in your fingers
but mummy, they told me , I had no choice
IV
Tut-tut Anastasia
what did i tell you about listening to your father?
trickle tears down your face
remind yourself you are a disgrace
with little grasp of good taste
You sickening little troglodite,
shower yourself cold in the dark
V
One would be so wisest of oneself, Anastasia
thereby present yourself as loyalty
pray hildegarde you navigate yourself correctly
i suspect your remuneration would be pitiful
exentuate those dentalized Ts and Ds
and for Julius' sake
mind your Ps and Qs
VI
Cease, desist, Anna
Regard yourself from your heart's eye,
be nice, be humble
lest you want to cry, *****
VII
I can't I can't
someone help me
she's pulling my hair, ouch!
'Stop squealling for attention!'
her friends sneer,
'Better off talking to yourself Ann!'
VIII
I can't help my impulses, they meticulously
humiliate my ego and my sanity
with crude, latent vulgarity
thrown off course with profanity
'oh clumsy me,' pipped Ann,
I'm a clumsy, heavy strumpet,
I'm a couplet short of a sonnet!'
IX
hush hush hush
the booming voice chides,
'Still, Anastasia, soothe your spirit.
be calm, and play some poker
by your uncle's fireplace
you'll be a good girl,
if you hit your brother.'
X
oh cry cry all for Ann
lost for words at her chamber pan
licking the bowl clean
as her mummy told her
sweet, if not
then she would scold her.
XI
'Annie Annie, long of face
won the Ascot horses race.'
'Heaven forefend Anastasia, straighten up and shoulders back!
you'll get rickets so far gone, you please no man but the crickets!'
'Bugger off those others Anna and listen to me,
forget about you mummy, daddy and any, all authority.'
'Stupid Ann, drown yourself in turpentine
and stub your nose like the common swine.'
'Now remember Anna dear, no cherry trifle
until you've boxed your sister's shins.'
'Leave me, please, I'm begging, bereave me!
leave me, please, I'm praying, release me!'
XII
Poor Ann whose been afflicted
by personality, conflicted
of her own thoughts, convicted
a most grievous war of minds
betray her deepest common senses
violate her fidelity by bathing in slop and pig feed
degenerate her innocence through foul revolt and tantrums
lest she cannot restore herself from her inner sanctum
XIII
Setting hard concussions, Anna threw a hammer at her temple,
in all hopes to knock it down.
Running low on cortisol
she burst her fleshy, brunette crown
letting all the fluid spew upon her
agonisingly, she writhed in settling timely
for a brutal death is less sinister
than eternity in sanity
Aug 7, 2012
Aug 7, 2012 at 12:33 PM UTC
There is a city in the world with a torn out street,
Where the people are torn between their lips and teeth,
In broken homes, on salted shoulders,
With rasping tongues and crackling lips
Ouroboros Ouroboros
Soroboruo Soroboruo
Sulphurous distaste of the mind,
Degenerate, disintegrated air,
Vile of thought and thistles,
Effervescent on streets of doubt
Like lampposts at twilight
Held warm at winter’s heart;
Luminations blind to noise
Of pearls and furs in perfect poise
Weep Salamander, Weep Salamander
Weep, Weep, Weep for
Alexander
I who sat upon the throne of Kings,
I who spat at the Wise Man’s speakings,
I am king no longer but of the ground,
And nobody kneels for me.
Zosimus
Swept the desert sands,
In hopes to find the garnet stone,
He found nothing but a lump of coal
And on the sands he kept on searching
Till he found his heart at the bottom of a snake pit
At the bottom of the snake pit
Prying love with solemn hands, he could not differ
What writhes and pulses in the stirring dark?
He breathed the song of ash and crept into the fallow wind.
Heartless and filled with venom spit,
He lost his Pride at the bottom of the snake pit.
On the rocks where Jonah stood,
Clay feet and hands of glass;
Let the waves break against him,
In hope that they might chastise him
Pleading,
O Mother O, do not forsake me
Please Mother Please, let the water take me.
In the bell jar,
The Nightingale discords,
Hallow, softly broken men
The man of Crete leads with a heavy heart
Yet cannot still raise his arms
Rome was not built on Martyrdom
So swear sinister, by the left hand
Stain your feet with the hearts of men
Lay your fingers bare,
So that they may come again
Dance on marble floors
Where the censers used to bow as they did before
Time stood vexed in amber jars
And watched the silent skies pour unto silken crowns
Their tranquilla doves and emeralds sparse
Lay decadent on marble floors
Where they never danced, they never poured
They never sang a single chord
Melancholy nature is,
The truth behind
What is left unwound
The rest is all a lie.
It is no fault in time
My Masonic Mind
Chose to purge the world from the inside
Of a child’s heart
Checkers, Checkers
A Chequered floor and Chequered Sky
Drowned Jonah’s world in Red and White
Cleansed the bell that sounds at dawn,
Eyes as wide as shadows long
And with the spectral dust come tears.
In the end,
What will be left at all?
But Blood upon Vermillion.
Mar 18, 2012
Mar 18, 2012 at 8:39 PM UTC
As I walked the woods
I met a hanging man
He creaked his head and said to me
“Hello fellow, where are you going?”
But I passed the hanging man
As I walked the woods
I met a drowning woman
She raised her head and said to me
“Hello fellow, where are you going?”
But I passed the drowning woman
As I walked the woods
I met a burning boy
He bowed his head and said to me
“Hello fellow, where are you going?”
But I passed the burning boy
As I walked the woods
I met a bleeding girl
She turned her head and said to me
“Hello fellow, where are you going?”
But I passed the bleeding girl
As I walked the woods
I met a waving birch
It shaved its bark and said to me
“Hello fellow, where are you going?”
But I passed the waving birch
So if you see a man wandering in the woods,
Be kind and leave him be
Leave him be as if it were you
Or
Leave him be as if it were me
Mar 12, 2012
Mar 12, 2012 at 8:02 PM UTC
Buy me chrysanthemums
Not lavandula or geraniums
Or phalangium with their low hanging bulbs
Why don’t you know I love chrysanthemums!
Chrysanthemums, Dahlia…Hera…Willow?
Lillian! Lillian,
How could I take chrysanthemums from Lillian?
You should know. I shouldn’t have to say anything! You should know.
Buy me Viognier
Not Muscat or Chardonnay
Or Furmint with its corky taste
Why don’t you know I love Viognier!
Viognier, Vionnier…Vienne…Vienna?
Dalmatia! Dalmatia,
How could I take Viognier from Dalmatia?
You should know. I shouldn’t have to say anything! You should know.
Dalmatia, near Sibenik
From where I dine on scallops,
Or do you not know that I love scallops?
If not then you should know that I love fickle, false and fair
It’s my nature and you are my nurture
If you did not know then know this, love’s a hapless farce
Mar 11, 2012
Mar 11, 2012 at 8:55 PM UTC