Diamond, Moon, Summer Night

Something I wrote recently. I have a question to ask though. What format do you prefer my poems in? Italics or not, in the middle of the page, or from the left side to the right? Please let me know.

The diamond’s chime of twilight wrinkles the pavement moon blue

Every simple syllable of residual oblivion sinking on capsized horizons

Skyline sunrises cracked roofs and shingles of cloud curtains

Twinkle in sinkholes of symbolized poltergeists

Fed up with butterflies in my stomach

A meadow crescendo of rainbows spray-paint saints in my airway brain

The words I say to you trailblaze my rear-view mirror cruising lunacy

Words lace the circulatory highway with petroleum

Recoil of the foliage metamorphosis of the plants amaranthine

And here I am speaking out rabbit hole in the soil broiling chlorophyll

My body a forest gone orchard chorus of the unfortunate orifices

A mountain of alcohol frolicking diabolic prairies of fairytales 

Look past the dark world and see the bright colours

Ride the rails of my train of thought

Hitch a ride freighthopping until I run through tomorrow

Sick and vomiting constellations when the stars align to be snorted

I sit in my chair and breathe in the morning air

And sweat the sepulchre of yesteryear

I watch the people pass by the asphalt Necronomicon

Read the good book and leave a review

Judge the book by the cover

Sunburned with the unearthly verses of a hurricane passing my way

Hold my breath when it's up in the air

Pass out on the living room chair

Going nowhere fast leaves a lot of time to kill

I already cave in under pressure, there’s a hole in my heart

I buried you there alive

With all the time I’ve wasted, mishappen acres of barren land

Drown my sorrows with another hourglass in the sands

The pavement is still blue, I’m starting to crack, out of my hollow shell

And leave that solitary confinement behind, like a butterfly

In a stomach of diamonds

I hit rock bottom on the top of the world

Smoke-stacking high spirits puffing cloud nine like a canary in a coal mine reaching for heaven

I didn’t know I could fall any further

How was I to know

You can’t get blood out of a stone heart

Just a mishmash of highway graveyards with skies of grapevine vinyl

The broken record of my voice

Echoing through this hole I dug

In my cavernous mineshaft of a heart

Digging up old memories, mementos of

When I buried the past

Skeletons in my closet that wore my face like a second skin

Basketcase madness pulled me in the undertow

Limb by limb slowly sinking in the quicksand

Waking from reality, and returning to the eternal dream

I have no mouth but I must scream

My tongue is a tree trunk with branches of arteries and veins

The roots of my fingers and toes sprouting from the dirt

Blossoming Holocaust of voices pungent with the undergrowth of hope

Misanthropic cornucopia dopamine machineguns

Bleeding colour into the bite of a sunrise at midnight

The clouds amalgate in the bowels of Valhalla’s alabaster grasp

But I am just a lonely little boy trying to be a man

Never outgrowing the same grace notes

Singing the same dawning sorrow drowning alcoves on the skyline

Still crying stormclouds of God’s furled brow

Still dyeing asphalt the colour of the summer night blue

Still as empty as the summer night

Where glass lightbulbs dim and flicker

Like candles before the roar of the city

Blowing out all the sparks of inspiration

So we can go back to living on

The dark side of a tuneless moon

 

Author's Note

I promise I read every single review, and I generally will reply to them. I look forward to my next review, because it helps me learn. Even if it's just one word, I promise, I will be happy to hear anything you feel needs sharing. Whenever you write on my shortcomings or breakthroughs, or the themes of my poems, or share ideas and friendly criticism, it decides my next poem to an extent. I will listen, learn and be thankful. And 99% of the time, you'll get a reply unless you're trolling me.

Reviews

[barleygirl]

To me, italics or not doesn't make any difference. I prefer left-aligned to center. This length is about perfect, as many of your poems can be 3 times longer & I forget all that I want to say in my review especially if your poem makes dramatic turns from one style to another, it just becomes too much to comment on adequately. This poem comes out of the chute like roaring white rapids, throwing down the most exquisite word crafting, especially in terms of (what you call) "rhyme" -- but for me, it's more like assonance (repeating sounds that may be in the middle of words or it also could be end rhymes). As I read, I was enjoying the way the words would sound, clustered together & rolling along . . . this was far more distracting to me than your overall message. It almost didn't matter what this piece meant, but I just love to watch the wordplay (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

I really enjoyed this poem. It's another one of those poems that I'm proud to say I'm content with. I'm glad you enjoyed it as well! Also, thanks for letting me know about format. I feel like some poems differ in how they look in each format. I'll take this into consideration. I like center, but left as well. I suppose it depnds on the poem.