"antistrophe" poems
A blank box.
The antistrophe of the only thought of your dwelling repeats.
Your riveted eyes
like silkscreens of my harsh summers continue to penetrate me,
they are imprinted to my seemingly abandoned, seemingly rotten consciousness.
I saw you reach the ledge
and then jump into the sea.
The sea sounds beautiful and is beautiful but also: The Sea
Down there your coastal effects
lay within the wave that pacifies
two legged sharks,
and the waters swallowed you
with voracious hunger.
Everything became withered,
the death cart arrived.
It came to take you to the great party of the longest night.
The beasts followed their pulse leading your way
to the black sun's of cosmo
giving way to perpetuity.
A blank box.
The antistrophe of the only thought of your dwelling repeats.
Only the sea witnessed you flight
and now you are The Sea.
Oct 12, 2018
Oct 12, 2018 at 2:17 AM UTC
In Majestic Solemnity...
Strophe, but not especially tidy:
They said that you said that he said that they
Said that you said that he said that they said
That you said that he said that they said that
You said that he said that they said that you
Antistrophe, but not especially tidy:
Twitterkrieg toxic talkininity
#poopypants manhood thing witch hunt garbage
Removal battle look into risky
Unanimous point-of-privilege crime
Epode, tidy in itself but there are human fragments in the
street:
While unblinking security cameras
Watch the poor beating each other to death
Sep 25, 2019
Sep 25, 2019 at 4:02 PM UTC