Tomorrow

Starts dark and ends ominously. You'll like the way I finish it.

Tomorrow

 

Alabaster Rorschach’s ejaculating blasphemous onomatopoeia, my blood-pact rasps pestilence umbrella to the resonating hatreds deteriorating mausoleum, the leukaemia festering maleficent on the progeny of

 

Nocturne’s herniated hurricanes insurgency of pseudo ludicrous illuminating

 

My burden is as heavy as a body counting sheep that have been butchered inukshuk like a stepping stones skipping across the surface flirting with something that I have yet to scratch, like a vinyl suicide-bomber that has yet to scream it’s melodic Ragnarök on the metropolis clockwork like a Loch Ness monster, a doppelgängers anchor to the abyssal umbilical cord that ties our synapses to the Rorschach theocratic acupuncture of the final thunder call it the 8th world wonder leaving a crater of disintegration breathing the lacerations aspirations assimilated by resuscitated defibrillators

 

Can you teach a corpse how to dance?

 

Can these six feet of spiderwebs dressed in the finest silky silhouette of the pasts’ evaporating hear the rhythmic crucifixion of the silence, under all our smiles?

 

Can they hear souvenirs of somewhere they’ve never been to take their limelight and dance amputated by the heartstrings of some insidious ventriloquist that learned how to speak God?

 

Is the masquerade hiding in plain sight, and my face a mask I can take off like a severed head?

Is one step past death just another ballad?

 

Will I dance into rapture until I saunter homonyms like an insomniac that will finally find sleep?

 

Like a flowerpetal wandering in shadows gone with the wind’s gallows

 

Will I bury my past as the future grows from my casket built from the bones the foundation of my apathy, will you reap what I sow?

 

I’m a tough nutcase to crack, even if the peanut gallery tries to get under my skin it is a fruitless endeavour to reenergize a Deadman who was a headstone of his time

 

Hope died out long before the chlorophyll of endorphins the seed of despair grew into a flower

 

No, I’m kidding, it is a clover stowaway interrogating hatred as it is walked on by the engines of man and left as roadkill by the highway to hell

 

And I wonder how something so beautiful could come from the rotten sarcophagus of something so gruesome, how a noose could hang a body like a butterfly in a cocoon, shedding light like a fallen angel on the world that is blind to the dark that came before and after that lightning-bolt flash phantasmagoric, in that moment, even when we sleep cold under the rubble of our lives, in the dirtiest little hole we still have stood our ground

 

Because there are weeds in this garden of Eden that grow not knowing the knowledge of sin, the weight of mistakes, the baggage of our suffering, sprouting alphabetical from the root of our evil, that we were buried in promises that weren’t kept, and hate moulded us man

 

That we buried our heads in the sand so that we could bite the dust, lost in the grains of time like scarecrows on a barren field

Before we lost our footing, and fell down this rabbit-hole of life

 

That this festering effigy is an avatar reincarnated from the basin of hatred’s impregnated corpse is dancing dandelions and daffodils and clovers.

 

That we rustle like old metal chains contorted by the cells of everything that was, a time capsule, a present that nobody will ever open, lest the past become the future

 

We are the future’s eulogy, as it yet still lives through the cold embrace of those who dance with death

 

One foot in the grave, out of the jaws of death’s door closing, another opens cornucopia 

 

Even if time’s gone out the window, it isn’t a hole in the wall, it’s a looking glass

 

And those who pass on the light of this world, are a torchbearer of what we will never see cinder

 

As we look upon the abyss, the abyss looks back, but we can only recognize that this is darkness, because we have seen a brighter future, as overshadowed catalysts of the past flicker in the hibiscus shade of the world born from our own bodies, the die is cast, lest we roll in our graves, and place our final bets on the dawn of tomorrow

 

Author's Note

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.

Reviews

[Kay Salisu Titilola]

This is quite powerful, lovable and full of supernatural intelligent.
You idea and thought in this poem are marvelous. I can't just imagine how powerful that imagination is.

This is great, R.J

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Kay, I am so happy that you enjoyed my work. I promise to share even more poems soon. You give me strength with your friendly compliments.

[Onlyme]

Wow, you sure do explode the minds and our senses in your writes and stories R.J. taking us to new dimensions and places we would not normally go. Eloquently expressed heartfelt and elaborate fancy words. That makes me pick up the dictionary to understand them better in the context of your story. The pictures the come into my are technicolour, vivid and extreme. Wow, wee. Wickedly excellent as usual from you R.J.

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Hearing you say this is something that really makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside. I always try to write as best I can, so to hear that I've done well is a mix of relief and excitement. Thank you for reading, and your kind words!

[Pete]

tomorrow indeed. you sure know how to belt it out and take us places in the process - even to others times and dimensions with your powerful, intriguing words and imagery. what an intriguing albeit uncomfortable journey. you could be a travel agent or tour guide without ever leaving the house. i always have to catch my breath after reading you. belongs in a marvel graphic novel ... :)

'And those who pass on the light of this world, are a torchbearer of what we will never see cinder'

'That this festering effigy is an avatar reincarnated from the basin of hatred’s impregnated corpse is dancing dandelions and daffodils and clovers.'

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Your words are quite flattering. I feel honoured to have someone speak so highly of my work, and I love comic books! Maybe someday, I'll write a poem for them. Sort of like the poem used for the different lantern corps in DC.

[Ghost writer]

Well, I didn't quite get the beginning of the poem, but it got deeper and I liked some of the lines a lot. It was as you described it and I like the references to the dancing and the dead and the dancing dead.

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Happy that the poem managed to grab a hold of you more later in this work, but next time, I'll try to keep the start just as exciting.

[DAH]

Dark and brooding, Gothic and chilling.

Love this line: "My burden is as heavy as a body counting sheep"
and this: "That we rustle like old metal chains"

Nicely played, R.j.
DAH

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

I'm glad I was able to put forth something you could enjoy. I'll continue to write more, I hope my words will continue to peak people's interests.

[DAH]

looking forward ... !

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You ended up all the curiosity with the tagline!... Not fair! You should let us discover, and that tagline just snatched away the opportunity from me. I've become a regular reader of yours and tuned with all new updates, so it's likely to have the possessive attitude towards your poems.
I won't say much for the poem this time... it was great as always but I am waiting for something new and exciting. Not meant to change your thought or style but new ideas, new kinds of words. Most of the words you use are always new to me, maybe you use combination of some words too and sometimes the meanings can't be found on Google too. But such things interest me a lot, I am not from the majority of light readers. I go with what wordman says, it's fantastic.

Keep adding new elements to your poem.
Good Luck!

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

I'll definitely continue to add to my poems, and learn. Thank you for sharing your thoughts!

[wordman]

a fantastic preview of the under world,loved the graphics

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Thank you!

[wordman]

you`re welcome