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 Jun 2021 jordan
Carlo C Gomez
~
Elegies
entering the lists,
in absentia,
the prayer of blood
broken at its spine.

Ah, how minding days
trampoline and joust,
like those days beyond recall
thrown into the fire.

The persistence of memory
is a series of F-stops,
the fountain of youth
a spring of well-being
and then forever nothingness.

We've reached the prophetic day,
I feel the coming wrath
in the whites of their eyes:

I dream of wires
and sleep by godless windows,
the sound of untamed rivers
chanting passions misplaced
and of the absence of belief

—the true ***** of man.

Take one last look
at the structure of morality
before it closes down.

One last look...

~
 Jun 2021 jordan
Carlo C Gomez
his hobbies include
                          invisible girls
                     bubble wrapped
              shielding their eyes from the sun
                        up the side of his mountain
holding fast to the cable
                                  and the eventual terror of drawing
                     paper moons
                         framed a bit too
                                                   insular
                                                   binocular
                                                   funicular
                                                   vermicular
                         these out of sightlines
                                    opaque and cobwebbed
                               screening off
                       his ***** little secrets
 Jun 2021 jordan
jdmaraccini
Castration of inward vibrations
reverberates through these impetuous echo halls
Catapult cadavers over scrupulous formalities
I choke on every word I hold
Let us baptize our divine ineptitude in a mortar of glorious lore
Most of them are oblivious to the revelation of rushing thunder
Dripping needles, perfidious servitude
teetering on the precipice of war
JDMaraccini
2021
 Jun 2021 jordan
jdmaraccini
Hold my head under a beautiful ocean
Watch me struggle with the glorious view
Sorrow brings tremendous emotion
With pure devotion, I think of you
Ignite self, ingest opposition,
listen to the sounds as I decay
Drowning keys, withered strings,
nestled in the spine of each vertebra
With all my might, I take this cup and drink
I take this flesh and partake in the final feast
We die from life to finally see the wrong blinded by the light
Each drop I give in the pool I create must linger forever online;
Without this, I am nothing
JDMaraccini
2021
 May 2021 jordan
Colm
breath.a
 May 2021 jordan
Colm
seeing you
in minds eye now
and your winding ways
of browning trees
makes me remember and breathe
in the taste of cold
which November only knows
and December wishes it could be
(or was)
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