Chain

Basically a chain of rhymes and assonance. Pure sound flowing into pure sound. Try to say it out loud if you want. Had a lot of fun with this! It was a challenge though.

The reverberating cursive burgundy of the mountains

 

Swaying serrated bleeding (meteoric locomotive phantasmagorical auroras smoking) oceans of watercolour

 

Into a skyline of dry bones

 

With each stroke of the pages relapsing whiplash

 

Another brush with death pastels carnivals’

 

Armadas mademoiselle staining names blue

 

Without an inkling of an idea

 

Rising sundowners album the sound-garden leviathan

 

Zip-lining on the twilight iris

 

Of a bygone horizons’ nihilisms skyscrapers

 

Violin concerto chimera los Muertos

 

Pharaohs of bone marrow kerosine fireworks spider

 

Burn brighter than a satellite on your lighting fuel

 

Bark and bite into a crescent moon

 

As your iridescent destinies bloom incandescence lewd

 

Bioluminescent fluid Kahlua ludicrous uterus

 

Altocumulus kaleidoscopic presence looms

 

Mount Everest clandestine leverage as infinitesimal vessels spectre a molecular noose

 

The double-decker sepulchre nectarines of Necronomicon

 

Grew off-tune Judas fuchsia from the unity

 

Ruminating rejuvenation congruent beauty

 

Of the jubilant lunatic’s crucifix

 

Lucid jewels as the fluent fluorescent evanescence

 

Of cardiovascular astronautical acolytes

 

Cypress lightning deciphering acoustic hallucinogens

 

Musical nuisances deeply rooted in the grooves of afternoon

 

Chasms blasphemous catheters bath in the lashing gnashing captivity

 

Of god’s laughter plastic molasses pathogens baptism craft a happy ever after

 

From the interstellar Machiavellian parhelions

 

Of belladonna’s candelabra harmonic sonatas

 

Reincarnate barnacles of chronological Nirvanas polymerization’s invitation

 

Apocrypha’s mockingbird blossoming colonoscopy lost to me

 

Coffins in Cocytus opera’s doppelganger phosphorous toxic offspring lost in the dust

 

The rust of the illustrious suffocate enunciate conclave brigade of hand grenade

 

Enmity terpsichorean Elysium queasy urethras breeding the bleachers

 

Wearing the colours of the smothered sun’s pandemonium

 

A colon of osmosis locusts of the opium mitosis groping cornucopias euryopia

 

Claustrophobia aromas soma iota varicose dystopian kryptonian born again into the stormy den

 

Of heaven’s arpeggio memories cemetery’s lariat chariots

 

 Incendiary vicarious parodies paraphrenias of totalitarian marionettes

 

Bury the dead, carry hilarious threads that caught knotted dichotomies lobotomy’s heads

 

Catholicism rotting right under my bed

 

Under the covers of brotherhoods led

 

Asunder the floundering calendar of hourglass masquerades escapades wrestling with destiny

 

Vasectomy lexicons of decepticons higher echelon of breaking dawn

 

Fondling godlings samsara of cartilage and arteries post mortem martyrs of

 

Armageddon’s metallurgical iceberg hurricane bloodstained lemonade

 

Deviled eggs of Plato’s holy grail

 

The hydras heads chasing the serpents’ tail head over heels

 

Off my alphabetical medicine reel

 

The labyrinthine cinders of continuous photosynthesis

 

The pinnacle of equilibriums deliberate imitations cinnamon tastebuds rhythm and Salem

 

Imprisoned in mayhem everglades off the rails of made men

 

The Qliphoth of a dead God

 

The forest chorus of phantasmagorical aurora borealis of synagogue goldenrod

 

Off of this chain, (pumping iron in my veins like a platelet) but still go on and on

 

Celadon menopause chemical electrical trifecta lessen this discharge

 

And I don’t even go hard

 

The predators can pray God

Author's Note

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