"exeunt" poems
[Crime-scene. Time ceases to exist for YOU,
the necrophile. YOU are on top of the corpse.]
YOU:
Cadaver, corpse, a body's just a body
and yes, I'm guilty, sleeping with the dead
it loves me, then it doesn't love me.
[Beat]
The rosary you must! To rest in peace, so
transfigure me baby while warm on my bed.
Cadaver, corpse, a body's still a body.
Indulge me; martyr to your livid beads
please intercede for me, oh, please I beg
for it loves me, then it doesn't love me.
[Beat]
Now shall I exorcise you; set you free, from
the purgatory found between my legs?
My body, yours a corpse, but still a body,
And when your sinews loosen, skin erased
by time who shows no mercy for the dead,
will you still love me then, or won't you?
[Beat]
To resurrect is daunting, but you shall have
the body that my kiss declares undead.
Cadaver, corpse, a body's just a body,
which loves me, 'til it doesn't love me.
[Exeunt]
Mar 31, 2020
Mar 31, 2020 at 3:03 PM UTC
Exposition
Exploration
Examination
Experimentation
Exhibition
Experience
Exercise
Excelsior
Explosion
Exposure
Expansion
Exceeding
Excitement
Excellence
except
Excessive
Expectations
Excuses
Exclamation
Excommunication
Excluded
Excreted
Exorcised
Expunged
Exacerbation
Exhale
Exit
Exeunt
Extinct
Ex-Star
Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 3:06 AM UTC
Able bodies,
Warm and afraid are we.
To see the fire engulf,
The home of two or three.
Transcend into panic,
Run like a lunatic.
Exeunt from thy flames,
Hell has been raised.
What Idiot starts a fire?
On a warm and sunny day?
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 9:53 AM UTC
My arrival be somber farewell,
In jazzy silence, my essence await.
Lo, sail for the rising horizon!
Sunlit glory marks my precarious path.
An eerie dawn heralds my journey.
Behind wispy clouds lie hidden stars.
Burning minds under siege from rain,
Where art my refuge... a warm embrace?
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Subterranean, its my exeunt.
Beyond the fog lies fresh adventure.
Shackle my pride, envy, ignorance,
Marvelous wonder upon colossal peaks.
Brazen meadows shimmer under solar scrutiny.
Foreshadowed by towering nobility,
A morning hue bathe the sylvan valley,
An idyllic breeze ruffle my hair.
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Dreams of avarice,
Coveting all property.
Faster and faster,
More and more, eternal.
Liberty for people,
Nay, for the few.
Aristocracy!
Ruling class rules... to sin.
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I am falling toward the sky.
Instantly mesmerized by your bright eyes.
Feelings of perfection corrodes all my might.
Your light caught me by surprise.
Our paths crossed as the planets aligned.
Our eyes meet, you make me feel the vibe.
I wonder if you are so inclined.
Terrified, I just want to make it out alive.
Aug 28, 2010
Aug 28, 2010 at 5:16 AM UTC
The darker your eyes glow,
The more of the second you; you show.
A mask to hide the beast,
Ugly and mean.
Defined by those slaughtered,
By its talons.
A fierce darkness,
Blinded by only rage.
Discomforting agony,
To one so caged.
Those who look upon thy beast,
Exeunt!
External bleeding can occur.
If you anger the darkness.
A fierce creature,
Blinded by rage.
Become one with the fallen,
The fallen inside its cage.
Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 1:07 PM UTC
blood on my lips
dirt in my hair
a smile hidden somewhere in the grimace
your foot looks for something
apparently hidden in my chest
a lung?
it's found both of those already
-
it finished searching
you left me dying
I guess I should feel disappointed
or maybe angry
to have been dealt my losing hand
but it's best
not to take this silly place too seriously
-
they said
we'd all live forever
someday beat back the creeping death
with it's sleeve full of aces
probably not anytime soon
seeing how
we can't stop killing each other
-
once I thought
life was something big
maybe it will be in time
this little joke
looking at it in dry, acquiescent humor
at least
we all still have a punch line
-
[ba-dum, kssh]
Apr 2, 2013
Apr 2, 2013 at 11:59 PM UTC
There is an old adage
About the silver lining of clouds
As though compassion, camaraderie
Bless me
Like seraphic light and sound
But the light of day
Is destined to perish
A boyish heart, naïveté
Adjudged to inurn a body I can’t save
There, at the crest of a mount
There, at the foot of a grave
Mouth, icy
Screams, like vapor
We stood on the mount
The light beginning to taper
Such eminence we began to doubt
The skies wept for what bond withered
Empty sentiments
We lay thither
And wrote the epitaph aloud
On our own masonry
And there the clouds came
Light refused to shine
Hope refused to grow
We sang a song to commemorate
We sang the empty refrain
I laid your body in the hole
And then you did the same
We sought the sun, like fools
In abandoned, loveless houses
Behind the mortar of schools
In the gap which separates
We ran
Towards the wan and sallow horizon
To escape the clouds
Which swallow the dawn.
Yet, it runs on ahead
Buried beneath oily coffins
In which I’m just a nail
A body and a whisper.
Mother Sky weeps
As I rest, eternally conscious
Condemned to witness a cyclical end
And let my blood, precious
Its exeunt, you contend
We are impervious
And towards the dawn, herald our song
Of triumph, love, camaraderie
We’ll galvanize the heavens, our victory so loud
But all that is before me
Is abject, loathsome clouds.
Sep 10, 2013
Sep 10, 2013 at 5:09 PM UTC
Exeunt away,
For it has come.
The Cataclysm of your life.
May your exodus be swift my dear.
For your life is put to the test.
Twisting left and right.
So exeunt!
You shall live.
If you run.
If thou choseth to stay.
I warn thee of thy competitor.
The dark one of thy soul.
Come forth and Exeunt with me,
Live.
Be free.
EXEUNT!
Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 9:48 AM UTC
Slipping through winter-grass
you falter, pausing
fall softly back
against summer's wall
Here
in the haze of dust and trees
are shadows playing
of antlered men and women with eagle-heads
saying
"Come by
the paths winding through bedroom walls
standing tall, overlook the
gardens that stretch through books
they smell of lemons.
Come, here you may
follow trams winding through sun-slumped cities
follow the paintings of emerald fish
swimming across marble floors
and you can tour the first world countries
and you can stare into the eyes
of passers-by on trains
watch lights like necklaces plastered against rivers
cities forsaken by gods and rains
Here dogs will sing of your virtues
And chariots their tyres will spring
here markets will sell you filigreed
silver
and *********** fit for kings
(complete with crowns and things)
You may stand aloft on slender buildings
watch traffic swirl by your feet
dip your fingers in amethyst rings
dye your hair in deepest indigo
feast on rose-coloured sweets
While
stepping
through rain-damped streets
dazed by sulky pressing aquarium
heat
(aided to press on only by
clay cups of spiced tea)
become transparent
dew-lapped
milk soft
mushroom with lacy edges
variations of delicacy
Exeunt
And
Journeying
be mulberry blooded
carnival skinned
roam through our words heeding nothing
but
dreams and the dreams of dreams."
So saying
these shadows
flick along yellow grass.
But remember kind reader, they
never sought these ways alone
They have never been to mourn
at funerals of lovers or friends
they have not heard the sound of death knells.
So listen, maybe you stay for a bit
Then leave their songs for someone else.
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Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 1:19 PM UTC
are we all but strangeness clad
in this feigning of wisdom? our whims
exeunt our graces and just pretend?
are we not all this caliginosity underneath furious light? are we not all
that spurious talk and no inimitable
quiescence?
are we all just nothing framed
to pithless flesh? before
there were shadows fitting figures
not their own — discomfitures rehearsed, contritions tell-tale.
we are something the moon or
if not so, then moonless
yet never the aureole truant — always searching.
Nov 7, 2015
Nov 7, 2015 at 4:50 AM UTC
(everything happened while
unloading laundry from the car,
a speck of light flaunts.)
daylight penetrates—
saturnal globule.
exeunt: flicker of firefly.
Nov 17, 2015
Nov 17, 2015 at 2:13 PM UTC
my longing is suffocating,
concrete poured over my living corpse,
heavy and hollow, that faithless cry
falls mute. i do not need.
these grisly limbs ache, vacant as
the mirror, no reflection,
i chased my love to the edge of the ocean
and watched the waves steal it away.
i’ve swallowed my curse. i’ve covered my tracks.
i do not need.
Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 2:41 AM UTC
slipshod toboggan feeling
before nakedness reeling
past dried vandals on walls
colorway harum-scarum
entrails of blinded sides
open to eyes and their
possible misconceptions
such that
baring all is showing less
and showcasing more
is no other than pretension
going guillotine
sick or sane in one
asylum afloat
like flotsam there
and jetsam here
hoarded onomatopoeic
cacophony: street beat
back to basic superstition—
no continuations or ellipses
tell-tale that gamblers all
and losers swell, the jazz needed
to synchronize in tune,
an off-beat gyration in split-screen
flat affect. exeunt.
Nov 6, 2015
Nov 6, 2015 at 10:56 AM UTC
Heed tetchy static, roving around McArthur.
I can feel the steady impulse breed flaxen flumine.
Songs tumble notes as ladies sing blunt-mouthed tune.
You croon with them, mindless of the force that tries
to break free past the console. Your voice is analogous
to reticence. I hear nothing, feel everything underneath the lazy glow
of the sign that says Yield plastered to a decrepit signage past the
posh city buoys of Jupiter. Everything comes to a halt
in the remote red light district. Somewhere behind those thick walls
that enshroud the fumes of tantric body heat, I can feel the ground
stop in that disconsolate delineation: morose and encumbered,
outnumbered by the cognoscenti that filled the streets unwilling
to give us directions to whereabouts we rarely have knowledge of.
cigarettes rammed deep within their mouths, masticating the cloud
of nicotine as though it were tender meat, I hear the radio go
ballistic past the sign now that reads Exit.
Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 3:40 AM UTC
Act I
Scene I
Enter: James, I, thou, her, it, us, him and God.
Me: It's breaking me apart.
Exeunt.
hearts trembled,
and the hyena trembled and
the Jack sighed and
Breathless was the ground.
She comes and goes
And comes and goes around.
Her foot is the dawn redawning.
The splintered night called us vain, and we let it!
We cried, "TAKE US, WE ARE WEAK! We are empty."
There was nothing left of us but stones and rustic anthologies of our sinful pasts.
"Please take us! We can find nothing..., I mean, NOTHING worth living for."
"You dreadful, dreadful dadaist. You simply are missing some Rimbaud in yr life."
"What? Do you want me to rediscover something, eh!? So this is what it's come to, bohemian cliches and worthless dramatic lingo... You know what I think!!? I think Drama can go take a long walk off a short pier!!! My infatuation with love is dead. I was head over heels but now she sleeps with the fishes. That isn't drama, that's the truth."
Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 12:12 AM UTC
Time stops and yet does not
Things fall fall fall apart faster than I can grasp
And again I am left with nothing
Or so my fears tell me
Time slips by too fast
The sand has almost run out
Until I must find a new strange land
To call home for a day
I, a self-proclaimed exile
Driven away by the fear that I might get too attached
In this season of death and loss
And I’d rather
Be alone in a world of strangers
Than hurt you more
And so
Rather than let you
Get too close I
Exeunt
Nov 26, 2017
Nov 26, 2017 at 12:51 PM UTC
#ACT VI
EXEUNT Hafez the Turk with Borbognoni.
Eratocles to Lesbia as he faces the other occupants:
'Mad passengers on Life's untimely main
With boarding pass, who signal to the plane,
Such sad and paltry virtue as you're due
Would yet an airport's tower misconstrue;
That pilots and their air-controllers may
In congress, or in *********** delay
(Desirous yet of wings they fain possess)
To mount the air—with each bright stewardess
Their forms and then their maidenhood address . . .
Out, Out. Such trash ennobles none but thee;
'For craft shall ever land as birds must fly—
Checked luggage fill the hold when drinks are served;
And whether prey or falcon take to sky,
The crew must make our passage well-deserved;
Though lightning rend the night all 'round th'plane
And flame, as to a spleen, thy fevered brain.
Perchance you hope the pilot to dissuade,
Whose path through trackless wastes your flight directs.
Your shamming virtue tarnishes your blade
And though your flight be cut, it fain connects
That shining port of entry that you seek
Where love's most noble strength is rendered weak.'
'Away. Methinks the cabin crew I hear:
Fair Lesbia—have you my passport ?'
Apr 16, 2019
Apr 16, 2019 at 2:38 PM UTC
the explanation of it
sinks deeper yet it is rare without
any manifestation.
it is difficult for me to
unlatch the locks
and throw away the keys
into an unknown abyss.
the hot star and
the apple of moon
now rise in the distance.
tonight, there will
be all that is troubled
and no solace could ever *****
us in its promise.
it is the ending of things
and right even before
its emergence, you can feel
it in the way things play
themselves out like a
premeditated plot or a fool's
unchanging ploy.
the wobbly table, stirring all
glass and fluids -
the soft rumble of the feral
over the rooftop -
the remaining enigma of an
unfinished epistle
teeming with infinities -
the door left ajar by
the tenor of wind -
a raked tumble of singed leaves;
the swarm of cocooned light
over the bland asphalt.
i have seen hands lose their
taut grip upon things they swore
with ease to never let go
as a dog is wan without its
asphyxiating leash,
as a bird is free without
the conundrum of metal,
as we are both
free
as though we do not know each other - fretting for answers raw without
questions, or scurrying through
the fixation of so many pleasures
just to diminish whatever it is
that remains insatiable, or holding back the flight of things
and consigning them to slow exeunt.
Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 10:02 AM UTC