"subfusc" poems
Painted glass windows, sequined tapestries
Rainbow coloured dreams drowned, in
Monochrome miseries.
The women wait and weep, a phalanx overcome by grief
Squinting through their candle-light visions,
Understood by misunderstood legions.
Fastigium Ataxia,
She cries in pain,
Rotating consciousness through the colourless rain.
A patina of grief wailed above the room as
The woman let out her final cry,
A martyr in their eyes.
Skinship visible through lonely cracks in subfusc walls
The infamous neighborhood remained vacant that night
The family lost a member that night.
A paegn concerto,
(Someone lost a shoe)
The women hung their heads in grief
(Somewhere bloomed a new leaf).
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 10:40 AM UTC
In the end
Holding on to hope
Was worse
Than releasing her despair.
It was an ionized illusion
*St. Elmos' blaze
Without the burn.*
- But still
She held her hands out
Towards this flame
And even as they froze
She kept her eye on the fire
Transfixed
By the etheric images
That leapt from the embers.
Had she pounded
The subfusc earth
To rail against her lot
And slapped the salty rills
From her cheeks
She might have lived.
But she stood still
Too buoyed by hope
To notice
That the flame was cold
And icing her bones.
Feb 19, 2012
Feb 19, 2012 at 11:29 AM UTC
It was a sigh like no other
a respiration of desperation
a thousand times over
It was as if I could exhale
to exhume my own corpse
I'm in love with this word
only aimless expression
with a senseless,
seamless repetition
for it never disapproves
never uses the writer
as it was itself, used
I'm in love with the world
but only as a whole mess
of uncanny absence
As a strangled moment, leapt away,
exposed by obscure limelight,
I shall expire
Magnifying the reflective scarlet ocean
a marred, oily silverscreen eclipse
a piebald, shit-mired unicorn
curled at the feet of a ******
in a subfusc-glo™ hometown
crushed by rusted machinery
amongst rudimentary scenery
in a homespun anathema gown
in the broken household, wound
up men's eyes, went grey and dying
past every thought, incendiary
words lambasting paper
mayhap, I'm through
trapped, trying to
explain other
wise, now
Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 12:30 AM UTC