"indecipherably" poems
What are these words i pen?
This ink that flows soft
and quickening?
Are they bound to the page,
as i am?
i am a metaphor for nothing,
encompassing everything:
i wring out my
tattered pineal gland
on the daily here,
photons approaching singularity,
crossing over,
destruction, creation, absolution.
Equation.
Scattered, collected,
i am scribbling.
Scrabbled.
Fractalized.
Shivering as i gain coherence,
endothermic inside,
socially exothermic.
Runed.
Indecipherably explained.
Oct 23, 2013
Oct 23, 2013 at 8:16 PM UTC
Moonlight drapes my room tonight like the ancient dust found in every old and abandoned house you enter, filling every crack, every crevice with gloom. I try and drift, for just a second but my heart drops and I'm sadly awakened again by my own delusions and perils of the night. For when I close my eyes, I see a manner of things that frighten me and my fleeting hopes of sleep are diminished. Thus the forlorn story of my insomnia repeats itself yet another night.
Amidst the eerie stillness of the evening, something mysterious jolted violently against my wall splitting the silence in two. It appeared with a thunderous thud at the end of the room that rattled my bones to the marrow. Startled, I awakened with a single heartbeat and gasping for air. In horror I perceived a lone and tall figure convulsing wildly in a strip of pale moonlight that carpeted the floor. A solitary shape of no defined earthly nature stood twitching at the very end of my bed, watching me as I stared back. Quaking, I contemplated my fate as it whispered indecipherably, putting its arm out as if to reach me.
So many nights I had heard its ramblings of insanity, so many times I had wished for death to greet me in its wake and once again, there it stood; a shadowy devil from the depths of hades staring down into my worthless soul. “Who’s there!?” I uttered, as my heart palpitated rapidly only to be replied by the silence of the night, “Hear me foul creature of the night, be gone or thou shall feel God’s wrath! Be gone dreaded beast back to the depths of hell with you!” As I spoke, it hovered nearer and nearer, its fiery glare pierced my soul as it tilted its gaze. The daemon stopped abruptly as I whispered “Amen.” An immense howl escaped the creature as it dissipated into a black cloud of evil laughter that echoed in the deepest chasms of my consciousness.
In a mixed sense of relief and revulsion I staggered out of the warm protection of my covers and beheld the mirror across my chamber. Just to check if I was still whole and among the living.
I was whole and so was my executioner.
Mar 22, 2016
Mar 22, 2016 at 10:17 AM UTC
TWO ETERNITIES AND AN INFINITY
The doc gave me
the once over.
"Well...what is it
doc...tell me!"
"Now...don't quote me but
to quote Mr. Eliot
you got
"Some minor problems of the soul."
"What'ya mean minor
for crying out loud.!"
I know this is
a personal question but
how long exactly have you been
eh...dead?"
"They tell me only an hour or so
...no more I...still not use to it!"
"Well you see as far as I can see
you are leaking time
and only your will to live is
keeping you...keeping on."
I was thinking of asking
for a second opinion.
"You are finding it hard to believe
...you are dead
despite all the obvious signs
and the facts."
He paused
scribbled indecipherably on a pad.
"But it's not the physical
aspect I am worried about."
He paused again.
I drank in the silence.
"It's the state of your soul
good God man
you can't go to your maker
in such a state."
I opened my mouth
but the doc told me to close it.
"No...you can't
ask not to be born!"
He placed his fingertips
together in a typical doctor gesture.
"But we can now give you
a replacement soul
that once belonged
to a second to none nun.
Life's cheap I thought but
a soul ain't.
"What in Heaven's name
will it cost!"
"The usual..." he chuckled gleefully
"Two eternities and an infinity."
Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 4:07 PM UTC
delicious, where new words roam
along starlit alleys and country roads
balconies at the theater
backseats
to become like the kiss with tongue
the soft touch of flesh in the loam
flecks of dew or sweat and hope
falling like electric spasms into the calm
neck her nape
his strong arms her breast
her legs soft his beard rough
the arms of lovers intertwined
like reeds in the cool mist waving
to the tune of majesty
with every breath
a new word escapes
never discovered like this
a gasp the wry utterance of
indecipherably delicious
Dec 9, 2016
Dec 9, 2016 at 12:39 AM UTC