"disjecta" poems
the relationship held sacrosanct
form an identity's disjecta membra
a confluence of fallacies made anthropomorphic
body diminshed by nervous exhaustion
mind abandoned to melancholy obsession
scattered hapharzadly in front of those
whom had once offered solicitude
filled by yearning to be stoic, saturnine, sangfroid
passsing glances, chance encounters
aren't caustic to the indifferent
incondite hopes nurtured by solitude
clinging to the idea that all is bitingly internicine
misplaced in the droors of time
Sep 16, 2010
Sep 16, 2010 at 4:17 AM UTC
With nothing to do
I went exploring.
The James house is stately, old- I think of it
when I read Walcott.
Disjecta membra.
There is nothing so sinister
as Mr. Tumnus behind any of its doors
(what is literature for if not allusions?),
but there are enough doors
to keep a stranger busy for hours.
Days, even.
And that is what I had been doing during my midyear cool mornings and stifling afternoons.
Mar 16, 2010
Mar 16, 2010 at 3:44 PM UTC
*the boughs of some grand tree
reached
down to touch me, it's claws grasping
for my thoughts, calling me lovely
painting me in parts, colouring me disgusting,
calling out my simplicity, calling out
my loving
soul or remaining sanity
i drive. i drive away, away, away...*
*these scattered fragments remain.
this mind of mine is trying to stay
sane.*
Jan 12, 2017
Jan 12, 2017 at 11:16 AM UTC
It bubbles up, remote warrigle squirming.
Bursts out Ever Village.
Each globule wile in vinegar-
Pops cacophonous vile yore &
I, Calypso
Wise realm raucous,
sips from green-tea sanskrit reagent.
Boss' bogule arouse remissly in Aries.
Loth the acme sac,
jetsammed ungainly.
Stow the phantom resplendent but wasn't there.
& Sainfoin grows salacious under water color resin
still resounding blissful visage beside wilting viols.
Satan's deseronto lay virago.
Woe-trance to Sydenham lethertramps
drool in anglice till we meet again.
Adsum,
bona fide et cetera.
I, ecce ****
Disjecta membra.
Feb 13, 2018
Feb 13, 2018 at 11:53 AM UTC