"discarnate" poems
i still taste you on
the tip of my tongue,
sharp and silky and starry
even my neck remembers
your lazy lips and naughty violet imprint
i still see myself
fragile in your moonlit eyes
between soft blinks
and gentle crinkles
unwillingly slipping
into melting amnesias
and hazy evasion forces its way
down my throat
it dances fractals in my lungs
taunting me,
discarnate and disbodied
drifting ethereals turned ghostly fog
staining my crooked memories
Feb 12, 2016
Feb 12, 2016 at 7:35 PM UTC
They move as lace
through the discarnate night;
Soft, volitional footsteps along disturbing corridors,
with outstretched
scalpel-esque appendages,
********* five, adjacent, stimulating patterns-
getting deeper-
Deeper.
And flashing their leer
of quivering needles.
Lullabying odiums to Johnny-leper;
Drinking his breath in the night.
O, for an exposed ripe?
Seeing only a diced-fraction of hell?
Will you not rest in the light?
Or wisp away in the rigid winds of reality?
The dawn is riding forward-
As the last tree in the forest falls with a whisper.
Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 7:55 PM UTC
A brisk gale wind
blows thru my
clanking gears-
thunder shears-
and my riven ears
then hear nothing:
but thru clairaudience
I will ever be a
master of everything
that ravishes the
world beneath your
feet.
The pompous skies
drink up the seas,
to drop thus upon
my eyes in beads;
and as I pen my
muse's advice, the
ink disappears from
the sheets; and watcher
dieties-in the third choir
of the celestial hierarchy-
now have useless wings.
Oh, mold my vernal
features into a candle
effigy— watch them gleam—
then grow so low by high
degrees; and the wax melting by
the heat of flame -to once again
downturn my merry cheeks. So if
you please, masquerade as a blessed
princess -before I am consumed completely-
and I will play both parts of the duelling
princes. One a man, the other a machine.
Go, rendezvous with my doyenne madness!
Indeed the tryst could cause my discarnate
ghost to scarper. I will wrap a cloak around
my Joy and Sadness
—pleased that I might hide my spare character; or at least proclaim thee
dressed a bit sharper.
Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 7:57 AM UTC
DISCARNATE
DISCARNATE
What I wouldn't do
To be with you
If that were ever your desire
But You don't see me
When I am with you
Just on the far side of that fire
The room turns cold
When I come to behold
And the mystery remains
I can feel you shiver
And see your body quiver
And the thoughts that run through your brains
It is my bad luck
That I am moonstruck
Behind this veil that you don't see
My blood runs cold
And my body is old
It's not where I want me to be
Seems improbable for me
To be with you
Though I go where ever I please
If time were at my pleasure
Then you are the treasure
I would carry along with ease
So here I am right beside you
I can see you feel, but you don't see me as much
You know I am with you every step of the way
And feel your body without a touch
On a different plane is where I live
And where I miss you ever so much
M.N.R.
29 APRIL 2018
May 1, 2018
May 1, 2018 at 3:22 PM UTC
A Symphony of discarnate howls and devilish laughter
Drowning out the insufferable silence that is omnipresent
The goosebumps seemingly blissful
For it shows we still feel the chill
The drowning sounds slowly fade
Until the beating of our hearts is all that remains
Pupils dilate as we realize we are abandoned
By even the thumping that kept away the insufferable silence
Apr 22, 2018
Apr 22, 2018 at 3:28 PM UTC