The Bend

An attempt at the larger poems that I used to make. They often combined elements of sound bounding and rhythm with areas of double entendres. However, this time I wasn't able to succeed fully.

Adam’s apple didn’t bear fruit

Eden’s ethereal immaterial murals

Mirroring metallurgy blurring eternity

Do we rot rather than ripen?

The crutches of my branches pull my crippled family roots

I may walk with a limp

But this wooden Cain will leave Abel-bodied

Pollinate the astronomers’ andromeda harmonica 

Supernova four-leaf clovers’ locusts of osmosis

Poignant with romance aroma’s of soma

With the trancelike tranquillity

Of the vilified standstill anvil clouds

Of a silken milky-way silicon parhelion

Velvet umbrellas belladonna mándala Cosmopolitan cosmos

In double entenderé comets of kilometres

Tenebrous nebulous lactescent evanescence

Trespasses splashing pastures of aquamarine

Socrates the octaves of philosophers

Vorpal incorporeal visceral eclipse

Of history’s existence abyssal pacific willow wisps

Bliss blisters kisses promiscuous whispers slipknots

With the cinnabar of a fallen star

With the cloudy alcoves of Valkyries

Sable maelstroms fairytale fables of halos

Galileo unveiling in the marrow of a pale baritone’s voice

Engulfing metropolitan Altocumulus

Pituitary hallucinations blooming oozing

Of movements congruently gratuitous

Ruminating in unison

Vicarious chariots of marionettes

Incandescently maleficent

Chess effigies of sequestered Bethlehem

Requiem deafens the molecular sepulchre

Chiselled umbilical biblical illustrations

Acrylic syllabus Icarus shapeshifting

Pastels bellow Maribelle

Of cerebellum balconies welcoming

Alchemical renaissance seance

Of swaying aether Aegises

Of Himalayans waxing and waning homo-sapient

In reanimation botanical tyrannical avalanches

Dancing amaranthine

Champagne tapestries rhapsody

The alabaster stratospheric

Strawberry clarinets of tempestuous crevices ineligible

Obsidian parhelion yellows indigo silhouettes

Destined clandestinely vesicular

Respiratory orchestrated metamorphosis

Chlorophyll trilling basilica in the vermillion synagogue

Resurrecting ectoplasm’s unravelled halogens blend heavenly

Spiralling irises violet as the sirens on the overcrowded highways

Metallurgy’s vertigo turntables

Derailing deranged tiaras

Of the highest point of the tree

Gratuitous

Another hole in the wall brings life

Spotlighting rays of grace into the empty room in my mind

Barely in standstill, hallelujahs’ ballerina Mona Lisa

Ultraviolet silence in vibrance hurricanes with their eyes on me

Mayhem’s decadence parades Salem

Painting oasis with the rockface of a glacier’s caper

The skyscrapers kiss the clouds until drunk

The clumsy rays of sun spun into spirals of bronze yarn

And I am still alone in the rain

 

When you take the human out of the man,

What do you leave behind?

A shell; a husk

The seed of hatred, disdain, despair, or depression, flowers, bears fruit

Buried in the cold soil, a body

That eventually

If it were allowed to grow bigger than itself

Would become an entire Tree of Woe

And if the sapling were to spread its roots

Would it not eventually become a forest of its own?

A free man’s Eden?

For another split Adam to choke on?

To infect the ricocheting hallways

That envelope the city streets with echos of the past

A question waiting for an answer

Romantic cadavers savvy with lavish cannabis

Crabapple rapture, cracked windows, frayed pages

Hazy waxing and waning mazes

Of record-players spiralling in different dialects

Dialling daisy’s dazzle in the lazy craniums of lithium’s chrysalis

A kiss on a mother’s cheek, a tear paints the face

A beacon down the well drowns in hell

A star burns itself inside out into a dwarf

A black hole in a heavy heart

When man found he was made hollow, he decided

To fill himself with life until he could live

To take away the life he couldn’t give

The empty feeling in the gutters of his stomach

The taste of sour vinegar, the bitter end of a cigarette

Forbidden fruits, loose screws in my music box mind

My closet door, the gibberish of letters tattoo ringing in my ears

Sleeping with the monster behind the mirror waiting

For my shadow to swallow me whole

For the leviathan to blow out the candles of my soul

The birthday cake skyscrapers crumbling to dust

The rusty succulent offerings of blossoming holocaust

The cold fireplace that smokes out the bones of civilization

That forks out my last meal

Dangling from star-spangled hanging trees

A poison apple redder than blood, cauterized from the tree

Ripe to be ripped by white moon teeth

Into an abstract masterpiece of God’s façade called man

Adam’s apple couldn’t bear to be a fruitful endeavour

Devouring the last supper

Eden’s ethereal immaterial murals mirroring metallurgy blurring eternity

Baptize the sunrise blue and holy as the flooding tears of man

Do we rot rather than ripen?

When we return to the earth,

Do the vines of our circulatory cornucopia

Blend into these entities hallucinogenic vengeance of heaven’s mending placenta

The crutches of my branches pull my crippled family roots forward

I may walk with a limp

But this wooden Cain will leave Able-bodied

Someday

And I can be alone again

Amidst my lone wolfsbane

Where sheepskin covers

The broken bark of your bite

And the sap of my glasshouse

Can rebuild playing billiards with stones

And I can shatter into a million

Blades of grass

When you take the human out of the man,

What do you leave behind?

A shell; a husk

The seed of hatred, disdain, despair, or depression

That eventually if it were to grow; becomes an entire Tree of Woe

And if the sapling were to spread; would it not become a forest of its own?

A free man’s Eden?

For another split Adam to choke on?

Are all the fruits that hang on my branches dead?

Choking on their own brainstems?

Too nervous to system

Too silent to listen

Brothel’s apostate philosophers

Prophecies left in the seas of plastic debris

Drowning in the wastebasket of a casket

Basilisks elixir the noose of crucifixion

God triumphs

King David is goliath

The hand reaching from my throat to pluck the apple from my chest

From my head

From my stem

The rats-nest from beneath my breasts

Like a flower ripped from the earth

Like a child at birth

Stripped of the comfort of my empty

A life of false promises I can’t fulfill

And promised lands that lead to nowhere

Broken promises fixate on repairing

I break out in song

Gospels of metallic psalms balanced palms

Babylons that stretch ribbons through the scissors that schism the fabric of history

I wear like a scarf around my neck

Trek through the wreckage of Nephilim’s nectar

And find nothing left but a requiem

A soft body without a shell to keep its yolk from spilling vermillion

The guillotine of the sun slides through a clockface sky

I close my eyes and the fibers of the horizon dilate in the firefly of my iris

Like a moth to a flame

As the matchstick burns to grey

And my eyes drink my life away

As I look upon the yawning jaws of Nirvana

Aburn Autumn with the fauna of a lost holocaust

Where Eden is a bombshell

Breathing in the throttle of the engines of phlegm

Blemish the inkblot Apocrypha of a city’s levity

And the explosion of the comatose minds intertwine in the night sky

And the forest of nooses loose-lips Lucifer whispers through the loops of hallucinogens

And we all choke on the fibres of Nilihism

And the prism of diamond kaleidoscopes interlope

And the rhythm of heartbeats carry on

Until we learn to crawl

Fit through the hoops loopty-loop between our neuron cells, rebel

Building walls of asphalt

The clearing between dreamlands and second Eden

The poison apple, the hanging tree

The fallen leaves

Weaving Elysium from the phoenix of our cerebral double-helixes

Teasing Jesus, grim reaper, creeping through frequencies

The sounds of heavy breathing heaving creed

The calm soul a beacon

Stars in the night sky were born to die

I am a sunrise

I am a night sky

Among the amplifier of lamplights, sirens vilified

I am the strings of an electric guitar made from my helixes torn apart

I am a car that waits to start

I am the storm of euphoria

A chorale of human animals, I am the steady sound that surrounds you

I am chained and bound born Valkyrie

I am a mountain and an ocean

I am a firebird frozen

I am the dawn before the dead

I am the start between the end

I am the heart I wish to send

To be the beat beyond the bend

I am the art on graffitied pavement

I am the devil of archangels

I am the treble and the bass hit

I live in a hellhole, an oasis

My words are spacecrafts in cold stasis

I am the truth you haven’t faced yet

I was born a liar and delinquent

I question every answer you are thinking

My hands neon sign language, tears unblinking

Chainlink fences that climb over God

Over the bend in our facade

Nothing left to land on

And beyond the sidewalk of the scuttling void

The rats will be scorned unclean under

Industrial umbrage of an unborn tongue

That has no motherland to father a brotherhood with

Family will be as disjointed as broken bones

Skeletons of houses will rust like scarecrows

And God will smoke trees

Until we burn in his secondhand fumes of a higher power

And the machine of man will keep on ticking

Like a clock that ran out of time

And I will trample you

Before you step on my eggshell hope

On your way down the elevator shaft

Hatching my over easy heart

A bluebird

Nesting between the black and white

A playground of ribcages to hang your head from

And God knows his children need to learn how to dangle

Like an apple

In a forest that will swallow you

And call you fruit

When the jaws of concrete dig into the meat

In a way that only the monster of falsehood can

In it's stone cold eyes

Gold and blind

The Eve of yesterday

A latter of ribs reaching up to the attic of heaven

Bent out of shape until beautiful again

 

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

[danielle.]

Longer than would usually capture my attention but deliciously dark with a hint of everything. I’m not really sure what you are implying much of the time but I enjoyed reading the words and how they fit together, a bit like enjoying the melody of a song without knowing the lyrics. I do envy your vocabulary!

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

I'm glad you enjoyed the poem, thanks for reading.

[wordman]

some great work here my friend,love the imagery

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Thanks wordman! :)

[Kari Rakitan]

This poem is like watching a fireworks show.

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Thank you! :) So glad to have it compared to something that magnificent.