Madman's Scribbles #3

Madman's Scribbles #3

A Chapter by R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)

Unfinished work


Life’s amulet is a noose detached from rapture

Death’s manuscript is a book of worship, a lyricist mistress, in a livid screaming scripture

Both exist promiscuous to sanctify our grip  of anarchism on life

To sanctify life, and persist resistance to ice blizzard imputism

A living apparition

Kleptomaniac potassium menagerie Alcatraz tragedy

Reprehensive Atlantic

Caecilian Mildred mildew the windows unfulfilling, all-consuming in unison, blooming tumorous

Indestructible indescribable primitive animalistic

Incessant prepubescent second semester wrestling Nephilim Kevlar mechanical necklace nexus ebony essence evanescence illiterate belligerent equilibrium wendigo analogical botany misogyny menagerie androgyny

Diamonds of anthracite aphrodisiac Aphrodite

Platters of cataclysmic antimatter

Aphrodisiac black magic

Devastational patriarch avatar architect of resurrection oppressing molesting everything indefinitely infentesimo ingesting blessing of ingenuity congruent consuming reproducing interjected confections of secular replicas effigy Methamphetamine destiny destabilizing horizontal volcano maelstrom sail boating oceans of unloaded bullets voltage hopeless magnum opus guns down the falcons and ricochets off creation shaded adversity purpling porcelain porcupine diamonds of rising cyanide signs on the eyes that sunrise diagram inflammatory cardboard hoarding seven-story diagonal Pythagoreans theorem peering inside the widening apartheid silence that dots the magnetic violence like a siren’s island

Like a raven blazing in the devil’s haven

The fire-hardened my battle bonded armour and cindered my existence

But the rain remade me again and evaporated my rage

And breathed steam sanity into lungs that had forgotten how to be

And a heart that couldn’t cry dilated to how he bleeds

Conscientious endlessly, malcontent on the balcony to not flutter like a feather made of lead

On the breeze

Polyphonic discombobulation

Lafargous archway, and hangnail enemies

Moonbeams breeze

Instrumental redemption interventional sentinel

Cannibalistic mysticism

I never wanted to be your enemy

I never wanted to have those memories

The ceremonious maelstrom of bone organ smorgasbord morning stars poltergeist ultraviolet siren ominous hybridization of libraries of hatred hybernating

I’ve never been loved

I’ve been raped, but I haven’t been loved

I’ve been tortured, but I’ve never had a relationship to resuscitate


I can no longer reach these mountain peaks

I used to shoot for the moon and land in the stars

Now I’m a renegade reincarnation carnation of devastation and hatred

I used to climb mountains

Now I’m buried under them

Like a testament of intestine life that s***s bricks of optic solitude obelisk in the whisper of winter disappearing into the ceilings searing heat upon the concrete

Cerberus ventriloquist burdening murderous malevolence exodus zodiac Kraken contraption synapses disastrous pasteurized matador masochism bashful civilization radical emancipation battlefield presentation blisterwort divorce carnivorous carnival course that orbits that sonnets abominations

I’ll leave you to your own little black and white universe

Bulldozer overexposure of miscellaneous  insanity

Extinguished distinguishing sophistication unprecedented

Silhouette indifference cinders syndicates prolific windlass genesis extravagance lances through the dancing praying mantis gigantism prancing romantic in the slanted vision witnessed chiseled wickers of vindication inner vacant invasion inoculated inordinate innovated subordinate immortal wind drives though a sunrise into tornados of failures and a hailstorm of raiments affiliated in the creation of omniscient fishermen swinging from the hooks of cobblestone brooks and creeks that sleep six feet deeper than the reaper’s grim inauguration condensation drowning in the hourglass cowardice of the flabbergasted madness that hulks like a vessel in the devil of my meadows yellow bellowing hellfire for interstellar umbrellas calculating the favourites of Cerberus apparitions and Yahweh homages and homicidal leviathans that dial diagonal hotlines digitized in the slice of pie skyward nightwalker in the flock of docile albatross apocalypse and Ragnarok ravens and toucans oblivion and seagull Cocytus in the esophagus of the world tree dreaming phantom freedom philanthropy lycanthropy fantasy welcoming the balcony of melancholy Holocaust Molotov velociraptor triceratops barricaded in the incantation of imaginations barbarian barrows of narrow hallways that follow falling down the rabbit into a basement world of beautiful regular segregation

That extravaganzas will proliferate into something greater

Infinitesimal mind-boggling

Sometimes I still hear his suffering, with my ears discussing in the nothingness

Indeterminate suburbia

Woodpecker armageddon

Simultaneous brain injury awakening insanity spanning oceans of opioid pink Floyd storyboard chromones

I navigate my complacencies quintessential coincidences influence resonance in a renaissance of ink and fonts unstoppable in the downpour of prose on a boulevard of starvation

© 2019 R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)

Author's Note

R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)
I very seldom reply to reviews, but I promise I read EVERY single one. I look forward to my next review, because it helps me learn. Even if it's just one word, I promise, I will be ecstatic to have the chance to hear what you have to say. Whenever you write something about my poems, or the themes of my poems, or criticize me it is not in vain. I will listen, learn and be thankful.

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Added on August 10, 2019
Last Updated on August 10, 2019
Tags: madman's, scribbles, #3


R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)
R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)

Burlington, Halton, Canada

For those who wonder why I have a silly username, I've been using this name because I find it funny. Potatoes are never really that sinister. The e on the end of potato is because I'm a potato with to.. more..