I would be willing to go way of all flesh,
if it meant I could feel those estranged fingers
graze my brazen cheek,
to feel the blooming heat
of your anatomy and will.

Eyes of glacial stone,
heart of ruby,
clear, rich, and red.

corundum puppies and you begin to wonder if
they’ll ever move again not
much escapes your midas touch

you used to organgrind your teeth and
nails at the dusty mayhem floors
(it’s suppertime baby let’s
**** some airtime by eating the fish right off the
CAUTIONwet
hardwood as they gasp for air so we
gasp for blood)

seashell lakeshore pumpkinpatch painting of
bugjuice spattered on the back windshield;
you’re not afraid of
a little fog.

not enough
sodium in the air (not enough
salt in your wounds) and
you begin to choke on the potassium of our
bananasplit ages ago;
if you’re eating
your own molasses words
please make sure you spit them back
out again where the children can have them

they wouldn’t say no to
something sweet

steep
soil
landslide
foot slips
and shrieks
fade into quiet
you wake on your side
lungs lined with dirt
on a pile of hyacinths
with no wind to move them
the air, stagnant
no wind to while
the dust of you away
the dust of them away
steep
soil
landslide
into where
your comrades lay

A flaw in the crystal spire
Of our deeply entwined hearts,
Much like the flaws of corundum,
Alights a ruby's fire.

“I haven’t yielded a tear lest deep within my soul,
There sets a sea that could flood the entire world,
I reverence at the essence of her solemnity,
That of cerulean or that of a forest of beryl,

A diamond once in the rough now the rarest of all,
Many wondrous souls bare emerald or sapphire,
Much rarer to me is she in nature an alexandrite,
Withal above alluded to see all the afore mentioned,

With each passing day I have found another treasure,
Of the infinite provenance of her being whom she is,
She who is that of corundum of ardent ardor,
A composition of paragon soul perceived by the Gods,

I am betwixt with the brine of love encompassed of me,
The archipelago and the brine fortitude water reinvigorate,
As the interwoven fiery spell of love has so endowed me,  
This my ardent corundum of our eternal,
Sacrosanct of adulation"

when i imagine, attempt to fathom, the essence of the color red
i am overtaken by the autumn leaves,
i, happily am brought to my knees ,
at the hands of the shivering breeze i,
imagine that the change is as true to the leaves as,
the reality of change, even of the color red, is to me, i
ought to remember flame thrown in crooked sweeps across my face,
fire spat against me when i sought embrace,
anger and hate, hurt and bitter traces of,
memories of crimson dipped lace, it,
was dipped in blood, see i remember that color too, but
if it was dipped in rubies it would look less like her and more like you
then, i might just be able to forget,
the times where she was wordless and my words were spent,
in her mind worth only the spit i spilled from my lips when
i, decided i would in good faith let my love of color loose lips,
shhh, this is not a time for painful trips.
divine roses i think have thorns embedded in their petals
their beauty is more  entwined, inseparable,
than those dying plants i find scattered at the will of God and whimsical gardeners
i have found earth that is so deep rich and red
that i forget about all the dreams i had of my last lover, and past lovers in my bed,
then i realize just how mixed up in my head this color is, i
twist to do what i think is untwist, my
head is wrapped up in this corundum conundrum
, but less i think than the rust flecked fist sized
writhing flesh in my chest, doing its dance more erratically than  explosions from
bombs dropped on cities where i don't live
(why should i care?)
well, red. . .
red. . .
is the color of your hair.

By: Cedric McClester

Should we decide to impeach,
What is the lesson that it would teach?
Would it be considered overreach?
Even though decorum has been breached
Does the House have the sworn duty,
To render to the country, the President’s *****?
And wouldn’t that be a thing of beauty,
Or simply a sign that the Democrats are moody?

If you can get where I’m coming from
Clearly, we’re caught up in a conundrum
That’s just as abrasive as a corundum
But Constitutionally it’s in secundum
With what’s laid out in black and white
But should we engage in that kind of fight
Knowing the Senate probably won’t do right
Should we march boldly into that good night?

How to proceed is anyone’s guess
The question is, what would be best?
Does duty call nevertheless
Or are you of the opinion that I digress
I don’t profess to have the answer
So consider me an artful tap dancer
Running in circles like a lab hamster
Contemplating how to punish a lamster

History will record where we’re now at
Whether, or not we go to the mat
Fact of the matter, it’s our turn at bat
And all of us know that we smell a rat
So, how do we propose this riddle gets solved
Should we drag it out and hope it evolves
Or like everything else watch it dissolve
Considering everything that it involves




















Cedric McClester, Copyroght © 2019.  All rights reserved.

She is a mistress
that I call home.
Her frigid embrace is what I feel
when I'm completely alone.
Her deep,
dark
beady eyes
tantalizes,
and hypnotizes.
I try to move,
but I realize that I'm paralyzed.

Propped up in a purple velvet chair,
Her frost-bitten fingers
gently caresses my cheek.
Tears trickle down my tired eyes,
as she whispers agonizing melodies
down my ears.
Bliss and sorrow disappear after morrow.
Nothing is real but pain.

Long,
sharp nails
dig deep on my neck,
allowing a torrential downpour
of elegant sanguine essence.
Drained,
numbed,
dressed in a scarlet dress,
yet --- I could still feel her presence.
Laughing,
mocking me.
My lungs burn
as I desperately gasp for precious air.

My eyes roll back into my head,
with my mouth gaping wide.
Black tendrils bursts forth from my chest,
and asphyxiates me
'til the white crow
hops out of my vile maw
and flies away.
Away from this valley
of perpetual penumbra,
honey-less bees,
and barren apple trees.

She places a jeweled crown of thorns
on my head,
and hums me a woeful lullaby.
I shut my eyes,
and pus-riddled blood
starts to ooze out of my sockets
as I silently cry.
Then could I only remember
that I am the ruler of this domain.
This is my home,
this is where I reign.
No matter how hard I flee
from this bitter pandemonium,
she will always be in this conundrum,
as stubborn as corundum.

Now I remember who you are.
The memories fade,
but the feelings stay.
Stained emotions in the spectrum of gray.
A speck of rust on the Holy Grail.
You never fail to show when moments are stale.

My hinges crackle,
as I lift my left arm,
and erected my decomposing index finger towards Her direction.
Our eyes meet once again.
A furious conflagration
starts to emanate from my chest,
and extends to my extremities.
The silken blindfold starts to peel off.
I am finally free.
I am no longer bound to her reins.

A ****** of crows flock around me,
and circles around my throne;
displaying a magnificent show.
Feathers gleaming under the winter sun.
Feathers as flexible and strong
akin to a rapier.

They perch all over my body,
feasting on fattened maggots
and dead tissues.
Their wings flap in unison,
clearing the bitter air,
yielding warmth.

The rugged gale
forced dark clouds to drift.
Darkness' veil starts to lift.
Sharp,
ebony blades sprouts on my back,
forming wings.
Leaves emerge,
and flowers bloom,
on my crown of bramble.
What was once dull nails,
are now deadly talons.

She begged for mercy
when I stood from my throne.
Trembling at the majestic sight.
I strangle Her using my gaze,
and with a flick of a finger,
I commanded them to devour my assailant.

Her shriek echoed
throughout the valley,
'til she was no more.

She's destined to return,
for she is an extension of my soul,
and I am Her keeper.
She knows
to be wary
of the King of Crows.

The skies gleam soft, spun by cloudy filaments;
Seven vertical contrails, pearlwhite, pale;
Our time together; liquid, trickling away,
the color of alabaster, corundum, topaz -
and you have gone lost, in our broken hourglass.

© fey (25/07/22)