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176 · May 2019
Nirvana
Onoma May 2019
if it is

given that

you be transcended--

all the way to the

event horizon.

you'll no longer be--

but become what's

prior to be.

your extinction will

be perfected.

nirvana.
176 · Nov 2018
An Open Wound
Onoma Nov 2018
your exquisite

precaution upholds

the sensitivity of life.

as one eye sealing an

open wound.
176 · Feb 2021
Rundown
Onoma Feb 2021
eyelashes

suture

their

singulated

eye.

periodically

broken

open

for a lifetime.

a

rundown of

blood.

stolen away on

dissimilar skin.
176 · Sep 2024
Isle of the Dead
Onoma Sep 2024
a curved stony enclosure whose seawall gives
way to hulking cliffs--with chiseled ramparts
akin to bottom cuspids.
standing before foldable reflections--aside from
the accelerating interpolation of sea-clouds, prone
to negatives.
the guiding intelligence of a flood cupped by an
isle that is unmet with a return.
its interior of entryways are desolate modulators
of tides.
as the two main entrances to the isle set stone apart,
the first as ruggedly cut indicators--the second as
altar-immaculatus blocks.
its baselevel of algae--fed by browning runoffs of rain,
along cracks filled with ivy.
leading into cypress trees expecting late visitors, with
an adamance that gives an odd calm to the out-of-place.
though they unnaturally crowd & surpass their enclosure,
with a tingle of wildflowers anticipating them.
making a point of something, already at its most advanced
stage--withholding a shade solid enough not to have been
under a burning phos.
come the skewed vision of a boat, progressing in the way
of water.
the sea peering at the back of the void's head, as it's shone
upon.
the forward tilt of a boatman's oared tension--stiffly even
keel, with enough momentum to float to the isle.
the boat becomes sensationless...the figure in the white
shroud knows nothing else but what is about to transpire.      
as if Lazarus dazedly brought to his feet, remaining there
for all the world.
the only thing that the cypress trees can see, as take into
their shade the coffin.
*Isle of the Dead, is a painting by Swiss Symbolist artist: Arnold Bocklin.
176 · Feb 2021
A Snow Around Indefinition
Onoma Feb 2021
there is a tree narrow

enough for a wood.

to reap a snow around

indefinition.

the trunk of Her ankle.

holed-up white, with

wind and cessation.

incontrovertible water.

though it appears so.

white.
176 · Dec 2023
Hyperfantasia
Onoma Dec 2023
an unsharpened no.2 pencil--with a

half-chewed pink head, nary scalp itch.

pencils up...five minutes in, fifteen questions

of cardinal truth.

examination--subject: nondescript, grade:

nondescript, ambiguity: satisfactory.

pupil slowly drags his chair backward--after

holding both hands up for permission.

the wooden board soring his ***, remains studded

underneath, with undetected gum-chewing.

he walks to the front of the classroom, & places his

no.2 pencil in a manual pencil sharpener.

working it like a meat grinder, in this superimposition

of silence.

his teacher then excuses herself from a potpourri of

free ranging doodoo.

in a hail of reprimands--her pupil is banished back

to his test sheet.

where the excess of cleaning agents applied by the

school's custodian, probe his sense of smell made

vulnerable.

enter the metallic smell of blood.

as he undergoes a fountainous nosebleed--grabbing

the blank test sheet, to thwart the gush.

on sight...his teacher isn't sure whether to send him

to the principle, or the nurse.
176 · Jan 2019
Your Forest
Onoma Jan 2019
Shiva's

been absorbing

your forest...

dead on the

eye of the needle.

fulsome run of

tears ecstatic~
176 · Dec 2021
Disfigurements
Onoma Dec 2021
a beast growing

thorns from his bones,

depetaling a rose-mind.

picking up on the scent

of rot.

lets out a muffled cry,

hidden among the latest

twist of crooked trees.
176 · Nov 2024
Sunday Papers
Onoma Nov 2024
an elderly man in Prague threw out
his Sunday paper, in the same trashcan
he always does--for a sense of order.
a northern mockingbird still lies dead
on the steps leading to our basement
door.
the epilogue of two November nights
tried to convince the third not to show
up an hour early.
the I Am caught a red leaf while in full
stride, then let it go a few steps later.
pumpkins with carved faces are
disappearing--while uncarved pumpkins
may see another month.
the Atlantic now wears Long Island like
a sleep mask--as a Great White draws
elusive parallels under cold waves.
a broken plate was found to
symbolize the connective tissue of
character development, in a bargain-bin
novel.
175 · Aug 2018
Golden Helmet
Onoma Aug 2018
i watch the sun swim below

the ocean's surface like a dolphin--

this sun has no circumference.

this ocean has no floor, no shore.

as my eyes become sluiced embryos...

the unified hemispheres of my brain

wear a golden helmet.

i can sense The Photographer ready

to capture a new world.
175 · Oct 2024
Leaves Doing Creatures
Onoma Oct 2024
the ****** trank of autumn duskiness--
creature features letting trees grip closeups,
that stand for a protagonist' last day.
screeching ques overexerted by alpha predation,
as horror's head classically wedges out from a
tree's hip--the day after.
flies walled in the gizzards of crisscrossing birds,
& an homage of costume flowers discarded
on damp mulch.
a cutthroat lack of resolution all along.
the inadvertent image of a grin below a chin--
drawn by creatures with their pointer fingers.
a slack-jaw totem pole augmented by an audience,
a stake driven into trackless woodland.
sleep paralysis on a  19th century canopy bed,
tightly drawn--changing with leaves.
175 · Mar 2023
Crow's Nest
Onoma Mar 2023
there's a crow's nest

poised at the rooftop of

the world.

silken black and unruffled--

flying fast asleep.

undetected and laid down

soft, gaping with perfumes

of ether.

the greatest push of feathers

seen by a natural crown

stitched together around a sky.

there's a crow's nest--left out

of it all.
175 · Apr 2018
Seven-chested
Onoma Apr 2018
blood sped its lecherous
swill, seven-chested at
the height of passion.
continual to the cloud
thick with angels, in the
grunt of their lightning.
striking the carved torsos
of mountains, gospel to
their sea.
love is no stranger to
emotion at large, she blesses
her brinks.
she clears her name, as dawn
spreads its light to be swept
at dusk.
175 · Sep 2018
Made to Demand
Onoma Sep 2018
give me your

inmost

native...

pride,

tribe--

soul.

i am made

to

demand.
175 · Jan 2024
Agreeable Accent
Onoma Jan 2024
emerald cities

jangle.

an agreeable

accent.

just up ahead.
175 · Jan 2024
Modigliani's Walking Stick
Onoma Jan 2024
Jeanne Hebuterne's neck rings

released the lump in her throat.

which assumed its shape--but

did not veer off from the width

of her shoulders.

the almond milk bath of her face--

only came up for air, as she sat.

omissions of blue made eye contact--

as Jeanne's eyes made Modigliani's

paintbrush into a walking stick.
*Inspired by Amedeo Modigliani's painting: "Blue Eyes".
175 · Feb 2019
Twice Equal
Onoma Feb 2019
as you eat my face in

a kiss--i stop trying to

eat yours.

to see where envelopment

goes.

just then, your eyes remembered

to watch.

then your star went north--which

i parted with laid back eyes.

seen straight with hard ease.

silvered...that soul indentured

twice equal.
175 · Sep 2021
Watchers
Onoma Sep 2021
too many lions

are crying--with their

swollen ******* paws

resting on dusts dyed

blond.

as if poised at both sides

of a public library staircase.

retarding the suns that

crash on their heads.

with long-lived licks to

those paws.

rayed manes combed

through by granulation,

held in place by splashes

of blood.
175 · Jan 2020
Repurposed Property
Onoma Jan 2020
yes--that unconditional love hubbub

made of the fallen face of your poetry.

its guarded theatrical departures, when

was mustered a deep, deep reading.

such timely bashfulness come to unspread.

such sacrifice at the behest of your artificer's

eminent domain.

your poetry itself has become repurposed property,

silly...
175 · Apr 2018
By All That's Hyperextended
Onoma Apr 2018
by all that's hyperextended, so and so
what follows.
not to drop the silverware of stars--
thereupon to clink and clank the
livid plates of one more pair of mortified
eyes.
by the great ultimatum of eat or erase,
erase binds its space as to keep...
let X=sustenire.
Not I, said he--I said he...to portion
my feast as to serveth you and you.
yet portion met no hungering space in
that fateful offering.
so portion to portion ungiven...
my feast assumed its rot--laid waste
to its Age.
I'm as soon ****** as forgiven,
and so are you.
174 · Jun 2024
Floating Silverware
Onoma Jun 2024
night is  mostly

luminous,

if not all so.

occurring once.
174 · Jan 2019
Definition's Word
Onoma Jan 2019
there's a place

for every word...

parted water.

definition's word

bonded.

fluid as off doing

your thing...

freedom's

never, ever.

giving birth to

a word's

irony.

poetry.
174 · Feb 2019
Heraldic Bend
Onoma Feb 2019
the heraldic bend of

a field of wheat, to the

revels of dusk.

the explosive thresh of

tinting golds...Elysium.
174 · Feb 2019
Eyes Get Roofed
Onoma Feb 2019
when

you can't

think of

your mind...

eyes get roofed.

& they ain't

gettin' their *****

back.
174 · Sep 2023
Windows Remain Dark
Onoma Sep 2023
as streets sleepwalk in reverse,

there's a sensation of standing

backward on an upward escalator.

nothing gives, because it doesn't

want to--night won't let go.

the wind picks up & finds a thorn

whistling at your side.

there's home to get to, where you

wish the lights were on when you

look up.

the windows remain dark.
174 · Dec 2021
Black Curtain
Onoma Dec 2021
a black curtain

is pulled a-cross an

inoculated landscape.

an inert knot

sped to unconsciousness.

the last figure to number

a hellish essence.

as the colossi of oblivion

operate feverishly.
*Dedicated to the hard-core band Boundarie's song: Get Out. The last of a trilogy.
174 · May 2019
Great Forebears
Onoma May 2019
to those whose nervous system

burns the tree of conscious death--

unblinking as lifetimes work thru

to truly pass away.

i worship your unspeakable bravery--

great forebears, silent walkers of the

white tunnel while still here on earth.

let us stand firmly rooted in all our awe

and exasperation.
174 · Jan 8
Lysergic Rails
Onoma Jan 8
mammalian cheese of subway system

heating--lysergic rails & drilled cavities

to gurgle-boings.

media frenzy lightning of boxcar

undertakers.

next stop.

where flouncy tiled walls are the

annihilatory scanners of a famed minute.

cleared for broken elevators that require

one to actively participate in what their

lonely height means.

then Canadian air fumigates the near

miss of a gigantor"s back door supper.

steaming creme of city beastliness,

right outside well-into-the-night's cave.
173 · Nov 2019
Skeleton Grin
Onoma Nov 2019
go ahead,

wack my job--

committ to

something that'll

char your coloring

book.

melting down a seaward

puddle.

all I'll do is skeleton

grin.

leaving you with that--

a slamming door opening

a window.

fresh airs.
173 · Oct 2018
Notice the Moment's kill
Onoma Oct 2018
mind O mind...

where you goin'

without me?

where

you comin' from

when your world's

closin' up to open wide...

like a pair of legs holier

than thou?

there's two 'bout to couple

a **** good shake.

yes's in the no of maybe so...

let's go.

soul done said so straight

as faced.

words are melting because

they want to mean you.

have their way, and be had.

yeah...yeah...yeah...

the wild made tame, to

notice the moment's ****.

tell me the time that's a waistin'...

when i'm inside you.

if this is a joke--it ain't on us...

so feel free to act a fool.

lest my peace start sayin'

no more.
173 · Dec 2023
Black Locust Firewood
Onoma Dec 2023
black locust firewood, gathered by a

hillock of men--with axes & spades for

arms.

inversely dug out, to dig in--deeper.

the ointments of sleep applied to their

eyes--left open, right closed--right open,

left closed.

left/right open.

though they see nothing of this.

when the pit is gutted--the men divide,

into semicircles.

heaping *****-fulls of earth over their

shoulders.

to ceremonialize the short of the long, the

long of the short.

they then ignite the bonfire of black locust

firewood.

about face, & wander off far enough to

disavail appearance.

which's when naked women appear--who

see nothing of this.

drunkenly slip into the bonfire, the curing

of semicircles.

the long of the long...winter, sees all of this.

solstice.
173 · Nov 2023
Held Up to be Whispered
Onoma Nov 2023
the viscera of streetlights stretch

the imagination of the same illumination.

overhung to recast a planetary surface

spun to its recognizable--yet altered locale.

bizarre morphs...too sudden for even change

in a single glance, recon at the recesses of mind.

left just enough to decipher the odd ends that

wear a warped resemblance--for the queasiness

of a dimensional shift.

as if masterminded cue cards whose images

become symbolic interludes.

with fuller and fuller decks held up to be

whispered.

if a sliver of such is caught in a frame--

the purgatory of incomprehension rushes

in.
173 · Oct 2021
Jack-o-Lantern's Mascara
Onoma Oct 2021
a crow & a raven

meltdown into the

hollows of a jack-o-lantern's

eyes.

as an overthrown flock

of blackbirds hone in on

an orange blip,

over a rooftop.

leaking mascara down

a jack-o-lantern's

hollows.
173 · May 2019
These Parts
Onoma May 2019
the rain's falling

on these parts...

like a lady feeling

you too much to

talk.
173 · Dec 2019
Envy of The Unborn
Onoma Dec 2019
what is it that's being divined in

the murk, in the bullish presence

of unclothed trees?

that malign secrets that can't be

kept, what inevitably slows spinning

faces?

upon which time the heart's going to

be sick, and wretch into frozen blood?

is this what you came for in answer--

what responds to a knock upon a door...

and what does not appear when opened

becomes the envy of the unborn.
173 · Apr 2018
Catch My Air
Onoma Apr 2018
rocking back
and forth,
to answer
why.
wings lavish
their anticipatory
spread.
lord of attendant
activity--
know my weight
in full.
catch my air,
for faith's
prime.
Onoma Dec 2023
a double-ended apron bathtub, holds

an oblong pond of milk--poised to

exude volume.

its faucet drips plaster-of-Paris, as the

bell of a saxophone nuzzles to surface.

the congested takeaways of noir lighting

set in--the: O of the saxophone glints no

shiny brass.

only exhales the black bits of checkered

tiles from its bell--whose blow is the central

implication of sound.

which may, or may not have been produced.

draining a predominant starkness too white

to stiffen.
172 · Jun 2024
Ready to Bathe Feet
Onoma Jun 2024
a valley distributes its

content--showing up.

a sloshing shadow, ready

to bathe feet.
172 · Nov 2023
Tsavorite Registers
Onoma Nov 2023
a nor' easter sways a whole-heavy

tree across grounds that dance

away.

so the plods of its rings can see to

underground thunder.

its Tsavorite registers in a buck's

eyes--having stomped prior &

during the tree's honorific sleep.

from crown to trunk it scrapes

its antlers along it.

shedding them in the thick of

woodland chandeliers blown out.

within cavelike craggles, prone &

crownless the buck mingles limbs--

for a while.

far earlier to rise & move on.
172 · Jan 2019
Samsaric Shores
Onoma Jan 2019
samsara

is such a powerful,

and gut-wrenching

word.

loaded with the delusive

desires that see us here...

time and again.

we've washed up on

samsaric shores, we've

done it--and may continue

doing it to ourselves.

you can't squeeze dissolution

to life...you can only live it,

and lose it.

the bitterest lesson, yet to be

learned.

how many are truly capable

of the heroic dispassion necessary

to break this excruciating cycle?
Onoma Jan 2019
oath's are

protective of

their wavicles...

like swearing

by a woman

continually marrying

space~~~
172 · Apr 2024
A Tap on Dark's Back
Onoma Apr 2024
there's a tap on dark's back--

ad infinitum.

it always turns around in response.

as if at the edge of a bed--the stimulus

of this gentle touch is the light it can

see coming.
171 · Feb 2019
Super Viral
Onoma Feb 2019
consciousness

is like Christed-selfies

gone super viral.
171 · Nov 2019
Lay it Down
Onoma Nov 2019
impossibilities seem

to wait for me at windows

like long lost loves.

as if their forms were dependent

upon first sight of me--to throw

all their weight in my arms.

almost like when the sign of the cross

is made in the air, an explosion occurs

whence those lines cross.

there i am, entrusted to the movement

of mountains--but i'm a bit tired.

just looking for somewhere to lay it down.
171 · Mar 2023
35,000 decisions
Onoma Mar 2023
i'm found out

at work.

a radio talks

it's ******* RARA.

a desk fronting.

real work ain't

got time for that.

especially when

a syndicated radio

station burps a

commercial that tells

you, you make 35,000

decisions a day.
171 · Jan 2020
Orphic Flux
Onoma Jan 2020
the static motion

of chimney smoke

through dense fog.

Orphic flux hung

from the horns of

pressing trees.

legion scare of

black birds.

overspread

disappearances.
Onoma Nov 2023
there are warrants

out for your worst

enemies--the similtude

of a body scribbling

on a trampoline.

a slice of Wonderbread,

at those plastic dots.

caught in rain.
171 · May 2023
Black & White Wreath
Onoma May 2023
tiers of light splash down

suns thru one well.

the mouths of flowers

coloring the gypsy pipes

of birds.

images leaving where they

left off--to be three of a kind.

the most silent-speak striking

up sound.

think the butterfly-lungs of

a collapsed sky.

the turn, or curve of resurrection--

recalled by it's circle's circle.

in the dead of round.

a black & white wreath set

speedily to color--on a chosen

head.
171 · Jul 2020
To Stymie Light
Onoma Jul 2020
you can't stymie

light by crying it

aloud.

if this realm abhorred

you, it would not have

admitted you.

anyway--

what a blessing to be

abhorred by space, if one

behaves as a vacuum.

you are attainable,

you are attained.

pray the paralytic lock

and key is lost--emerge!

rare appearances aren't

as precious as you may think.

saints come and go all the time--

for all time, resting between

a rock and a hard place.
171 · Mar 2023
Timeout Picnics
Onoma Mar 2023
snow shares a captive

field.

rubbing the belly of

water breaking.

as waterlog swells

the bravest crystal.

there is only expectance,

when again is there.

a spring holding timeout

picnics.

a spotlit clearing on

the greyest day.

flying monkeys knowing

where to  land.
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