Anguish hid within sinister orthodox crosshairs
wherein target to wreak psychic havoc without means to escape the crushingly feted incisors as if mauled by an unseen yak
this emotional state impaled between the maws of pincers –
no exit except being squeezed to the maximum point
of non-existence into the black
whence once corporeal complex
fleshy edifice becomes slurry akin to shellac
or railroaded outcome no better nor worse
than being tied as a fast approaching train on track
a most offal emotional state,
where the nursery rhyme of jilted jack
Childs’ play when inevitable doom and
gloom one cannot hack
free – and options to secure safe
and Soundgarden place to live doth lack
plenitude duet to penury,
and subsidized housing a pipe dream
asper surviving time of warfare
between Iran and Iraq
but the lo…a *****
of hopefulness dawn most unexpectedly
when this day-tripper hove ah slacker found salvation
just in the nick of time
when renting lease about ran out – back
twas cause to ******* alas and alack…
when tandem forces nearly coaxed self-destruction
from coke kin conspirator ******
ready to ambush and take aim
ensconced clattering red bull pawing the earth
with a fury of a madman playing the Glockenspiel
opportune moment to unleash fury n laid claim
thwarting salvation from psyche teetering
on the brink of abysmal hopelessness to exclaim,
where suicidal ideations on par with Russian roulette
ransoming life sans permanently deadly game
hellacious tongues of the underworld
hungering to inflame
kept at bay from divine intervention vis a vis a cool
out of the blue downy
faux heavenly transgender angel Jame
me Dutton, appeared as thee bottled Genii,
with limbs temporarily lame
being hermetically sealed gingerly
placed upon tarp of lam may,
a lifelike emoji emoticon meme
bur of a secret society of LGBTQ
brotherly sorority sisters,
which angel joined the coterie
of Good Samaritan name
outwitting any stealthy fleet of foot Equus
casually, earnestly and modestly suited
to boost civic, and emphatic and
graphic curses of doom to tame.
What scope have I to know?
What field have I to explore?
For the desire to exalt the mind from the dank dark valley of the body.
Nothing. No a thing is mine knowledge of what weighs lesser than the wind.
Yet to claim mine honesty, I let the wind.
Failed I to quantify thy compassion.
So this queue of bouquets of words.
Splashing of sentences of flora.
For just as constellations pertain to the sky,
So art thou castellated within thine-self.
one of those poems that spring from the literal dark of me. By literal dark of me, I mean, i paint it as it is. if it is an experience like this one. that is just the way it is. No editing, no revision. it is all up to itself now. after all, it came as a dream now it is manifested into poetry
I feel this when I see you.
I'm overjoyed when I'm with you.
I have a crazy sensation.
I just want an "us".
You and I forever.
One day we will have this.
For now we just will have to live without each other.
laughing and smiling
happy and overjoyed.
you're my wonder wall
nobody loves me like you
i think i'm in love
Copyright 08-26-2014 Elizabeth Lawrence ©
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