Metronome

Metronome

A Poem by R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)
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Based around the underworld in Greek mythology, as well as several religions. Some Norse in there too. All about music. 12 parts. Take your time. Enjoy. The section "Cornocopia" is optional.

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Labyrinth

 

Interwoven ambrosia enclosures (accordion)

 

Cluttered underworlds fluttering butterflies of the four-leaf clover

 

Porcelain incorporeal phantasmagorical poltergeists

 

Oracles of forests furled in twirling sterling chlorophyll

 

Muddled jars of honeyed stars flustered behind rusted nothing’s bars

 

Rustic combustion honeysuckle succubae open wide the scarlet skyline of grapevines

 

A candle’s flame chrysanthemum lampposts

 

 Branding me an amaranthine shadow man

 

Neapolitan philosophy of gouache clockwork doppelganger sarcophagus

 

The blossoming offspring of the lost esophagus toppling helicopters

 

Lopsided horizons of violins scrying skyline bibles of violet isolation

 

Riving diamonds of the dying lilac twilight

 

Goliaths’ spiralling diaphragms

 

Stalagmites choirs and stalactites bonfires

 

Grasping elastic hermaphrodites of the daylight

 

The double helix of sulphuric terpsichorean speleothems’ pirouette (mirroring death)

 

Veneers of grinding gears ethereal Helios

 

Bending transcendent tendrils clementine’s of hallucinogenic bedtime rhymes

 

Spidering horizons and goliaths of dinosaurs

 

Dreaming Elysium

 

A Prometheus of greased phoenixes

 

Swivelling cerulean silicon capillaries umbilical windmill guillotines

 

The gears of the broken heart still ticking

 

Ricocheting licorice obituaries wraiths of laced urns and broken vase

 

Tangling dandelions intertwine in the silent riot of lilac

 

The fate of lacquer homo sapiens

 

Acrylic guillotines within these aphrodisiac ecclesiastical catastrophes

 

Of blasphemous dilapidated tapestries Rorschach’s of stained-glass passageways

 

Grey with age everglades hurricane serpentine

 

Hazing Himalayan séance mazes in the chaos of aeons

 

Bodies becoming one shattered whole

 

Swallowed tongues under the light of a dead sun

 

Gallows in the bowels of Valhalla’s shallows

 

Cardiovascular astronauts of rapture sasquatches of Baphomet’s Saskatchewan

 

Discombobulated ultimatums pulsating ulcers of blossoming phosphorous

 

Of abstract vaccination decompartmentalizing enterprises

 

Wyverns of cyanide leviathans

 

Sunrises denying the horizon rippling in the distance like Nyx on quicksand

 

Bipedal hyena’s cartilage architects beckoning the sepulchres of Nephilim resurrection

 

Tartarus’ arteries of artisans imparting martyrs of tectonic guardians of heartlessness

 

Wearing the bones of pandemonium’s Symphonia

 

Frolicking bottomless ominous candelabra andromedas

 

Columns automaton rollicking diabolical in symbiotic decomposition

 

Vultures of altruism halogens polymerizing the Claymation creation

 

Ethereal Mephistophelian speleothems

 

Graffiti murals immaterial in your delirious earholes

 

Altocumulus Didgeridoo prisms photosynthesis scimitar

 

Harvest barnyards of Morningstar corneas parabola corridors meritorious

 

Eucalyptus polycrystalline eclipse existence cliffs of lithium Mephisto

 

Limitless cryptic broken-winged figures astigmatism

 

My bones graze on the marrow of halos

 

Babbling shadowed catacombs unravelled

 

Dabbling pianos of labyrinths schadenfreude

 

Staccato of macabre candelabra bobbling apostles of crossroads

 

Fauna of onyx andromeda on the Milky Way

 

On the watercolour umbra of a blue sky’s maleficent crescent

 

Sleeping under tundral sundial homunculi

 

Thunderstruck covers over lost fields of forgotten names littered in the streets

 

Carved into the back of a maple tree

 

Like ink on a page

 

Stapled in the graffiti of a meteor

 

Wishing on fallen stars that crash parties

 

Speeding on highways drunk on their high spirits while I lie low

 

As they continue tumbling their way home from heavens

 

To skyscrapers that scratched records like an itch

 

That scraped the concrete from my skin like a cat’s tongue

 

Left a wound in my broken glass heart that bleeds out all the colours of a nightclub

 

In a prison between the bars of a drunk city at the bottom of a beer bottle

 

Like the last weapon of their questions

 

Within of the alphabetical cervices scrap metal edifice of a rusted Armageddon

 

Bones drumming voluptuous on crepuscular zeppelins echoing molecular hecatomb

 

Sundried tomatoes on blotched skin

 

Stretched over the face of the earth

 

The candelabra of volumes’ macabre convulsions electroconvulsive

 

A tumultuous penultimate among the asphalt sculptures engulfed in nocturne

 

Of discombobulated polymers through the brothels of their follicles

 

Inquisitions proliferate and ricochet away

 

Valkyrie scalpels of Babylonian chromosomes roaming utopian

 

Bloating out the sun in the grizzled gizzard of rivers of ink

 

Esoteric gregarious fairy tales of alstroemerias carrion

 

Obsidian rhythms of stygian gibberish flickering wicker men of equilibrium

 

The copse of kaleidoscopes in the clearings of my eardrums

 

The child of a night sky

 

Bursting, blossoming under the skin of symphony

 

Cardiovascular tapestries shackles crowning asphodel’s valves

 

Asters scaffolding shrapnel ecclesiastical daffodils delve

 

In the paths of a match lit Rorschach rapture

 

Castaways fastened of basilisks Lazarus alabaster

 

Lovecraftian baptisms of shrapnel capsized horizons

 

Sleepy wreaths of Lethe upon the reefs of Prometheus weaving Elysium

 

Transcendental meadows of bedrock crescendo endlessly to a bent-out tempo

 

Nocturne mockingbirds flock to dreadlock Cocytus docking to the gauche of clockwork

 

Spanning megalomanic primordial borderlands

 

Ravaged by the lavender sands of abandoned scabbards avalanching sandstorms

 

The remorseless forces of orchids contortionist a porcelain orphanage

 

Rough clouds ballet, renegade waves of the page, and the trickling stream of light

 

Through the cracks in the doorframe, the hallway of polymerization

 

A prism of rivers guillotine frilly umbilical lilies of frizzled syllables scribbled in gibberish

 

Schizophrenic satellites of stalactites and stalagmites

 

The writing on the wall written in serendipitous blood chaining my shadow to the ground

 

The cardboard box under a sea of concrete daydreams

 

Leaning on the shoulders of crying horizons

 

Painted lacquered teardrops discombobulate in hatred

 

Of apocrypha gouache a crepuscular pestilence

 

Desolates in every crevices’ heavenly nebula

 

The chattering cattle of this abandoned labyrinth

 

Tending to the plot in a cemetery of ghostwriters

 

A marigold concerto of buried emotions

 

Growing ripe fruit on the vine of rotten lives

 

Vorpal veins hear my name and ink stains the sane men

 

Ricocheting everglades of auburn marmalade

 

The light of butterfly leviathan’s kaleidoscope into unspoken doors of folklore

 

Corkscrew unicorns, thorns without flowers, sent off to battle

 

Caves of translucent pugilists riving poltergeist in roomy altocumulus

 

I can hear you screaming on the other end

 

But have no way to reach you

 

No path to walk but my own

 

We cannot stray from God

 

And live on the once crowded crow street like a blind dog

 

Partway

 

I function as a homunculus

 

Lost in the (philosophical/philosophy) offering of doppelgangers

 

  The phosphorous gospel of my glass jar

 

Peering through the windows in the house of God

 

Bodies soldering primordial accordions

 

In the pottery guardians’ farmers of our harbour’s arsenic

 

Bottomless August winds of bottled halogens spindling whimsical linden infinities

 

Scintillating incendiary clarinets of buried fairy-tales

 

Frolicking tonics of reincarnation discombobulated monikers

 

Monoliths of psionic karmas artisans of Darwinism

 

My limbs that schism and stretch restlessly dressing incandescence into fingertips

 

Eclipse the mouth of midnight’s scratched lips

 

Screaming speleothems from the yodelling cloverleaf

 

From the Promethean ingredients of a double helix

 

Reading anemic diseases of creased white-bleached legionaries

 

Clouded ballerinas feeding crematoriums of aurora borealis

 

Bangled flannelled Magdalene entangled angels camouflaged by andromedas

 

Of solitude’s collages of August’s candelabra opera gelatinous mockingbirds

 

Mitochondria discombobulated sabotaged star-spangled hangmen

 

Unravelling the megalomanic amethyst fabric

 

The taverns of Babylon’s straddling zigzagging labyrinths

 

Disembark into the rebellion of parhelion of a meadow’s crescendo

 

Dwelling within the Cinderella bellies of skeletons velvet belladonna conduits

 

Bonnets and bouquets of yesterday’s maelstroms

 

Sailing in subterranean bales of Halliana ukuleles

 

Blessing decibels hexes of perplexed ecstasy in amber diaphragms

 

Xylophones of diaphragmatic labyrinths of static Avalon

 

Gregorian forestlands corridors accordions primordial

 

Juniper altocumulus translucency’s noose lunacies uterus pulchritudinous hallucinogens

 

Twisters ricochet licorice bouquets masquerade mosaics of crocheted vertebrae

 

Spurring on eternity gurgling serpentine quadriplegic cathedrals

 

Immaterial hemophilia bleeding seasons of dreamland Elysium

 

Finding asylums unwinding skylines flatlining livewires spiralling kaleidoscopes

 

Shambling meandering dandelions yodelling chthonian comatose pandemonium

 

Crawling polycrystalline pistol-whipped Icarus

 

Abyssal whisperers of eclipsing chrysalis

 

Monolithic instruments carved from harlequin hands

 

And femurs bulimic in chrysanthemum canopies amaranthine

 

Branding matadors of the vorpal horoscope

 

Orphaned corpses cyborgs of orgies smorgasbord in the foliage of oracles metamorphosis

 

Frolicking cosmopolitan exalted ultimatums of Hades

 

Elongated embouchures of the harbingers’ mitochondria

 

Mandalas of eldritch balaclavas smelting the welterweight weltering belladonna

 

Steampunk penumbras of bungalows

 

Mosaics of Himalayan daisies

 

That smother the watercolour suburbs of thunderbirds’ underworlds

 

Of unfurling sterling silver mildewed petunias of juniper uterus

 

Spindling figures of withering amygdala fingertip kiss the lips of the abyss

 

Stygian figurines oblivions’ splitting trees

 

Fingerprints deciduous riverbeds water-treading bedrock blossoming Cocytus

 

Centrifugal equilibrium’s defibrillator

 

Mayflower hourglass playgrounds of ash

 

Pallets scattered shattered shadows of the mirror

 

Peering through ceilings of lacquered murals

 

Of spiritual heretics’ earlobes of claustrophobia’s pandemonium

 

Crepuscular zeppelin’s sepulchre deathless of Bethlehem’s nectar trifecta vasectomy

 

Lighthouse elegies celebrate the break of dawn

 

Terpsichorean beacons in the seas of Elysium

 

Speleothems of heaven’s pestilential entrails

 

Trailblazing bailing nailed halos of azaleas

 

Icarus a shapeshifting chrysalis

 

Drowning in the sun

 

Blood and Flesh

 

Pollen’s choreography in discombobulated polymerization

 

The frivolous chivalry of umbilical guillotines’ polygamy

 

Capillaries of amaryllis villages windmilling chiselled acrylics

 

In the beating heart of a Nephilim

 

Is my metronome

 

Unwinding spines of lilac hymen’s flowers blooming into jubilance

 

In the orgy of metamorphosis

 

Metallurgy patterns scatterbrained

 

Labyrinths babbling balaclavas of onomatopoeia

 

Swirling like a leaf in a hurricane

 

Pianos unravelling Babylon’s shadowlands

 

Banners of adamantine canvas scavengers of patterned lavender

 

Sandpapered oasis lacquered helix

 

Of spirits twisters of cisterns in labyrinthine symphonies tornadoes railroad

 

To the resonance of heavens

 

Harps of heartstrings

 

Spines of saxophones

 

A xylophone of ribs

 

Skin stretched tight over the drum of a stomach

 

An instrument of beauty and destruction and dilapidated aspirations

 

Homogeneous amphitheatres among scattered beer-battered avenues

 

Lanterns of amaranthine banquets dancing anchored billowing vermillion

 

To prairies of alstroemerias caricatures

 

Concertos of marigold pheromones

 

To the black sun and the scarecrows

 

To summer-eyes

 

(Can you see eye to eye with those who look blindly,)

 

(And still aim?)

 

(Or will you see everything)

 

(And look the other way)

 

Deadman’s Dream

 

I’m tired of the back and forth of my patchwork heart

 

The ticking of the clock in my ribs

 

The itch inside my bloated skull

 

Prairies of buried blackberry marionettes strewn and thrown away under graves

 

Pastures cardiovascular blasphemous castaway astronauts

 

Incendiary linden trees chariots chasing the faceless oasis

 

Transparent marionettes forgetting their weatherbeaten hemorrhages

 

Ghettos’ umbrellas bellowing melodies of flower petals

 

Constellations gracelessly engraved in the pavement and asphalt

 

Like a graveyard of colours in a black and white world

 

Monochrome lone wolves and telephone poles

 

Spiralling high-rise skyline horizon the lopsided ichor of smiling violins

 

Frilly waterlilies ventriloquist abyss

 

Cartilage artisans’ arteries of Tartarus martyrdom

 

Shrapnel astronauts blossoming kaleidoscopic

 

Nocturnes of mockingbird clockwork

 

Wilderness trees of capillaries breeze

 

Schizophrenic evergreens

 

Plastic ecclesiastical afterimages

 

Evangelical parhelion

 

Devils of evangelization

 

Extraterrestrial effigies

 

Mitochondrial omniscience

 

Catholic rapture velociraptor Cleopatras

 

Lost laughter in the astral shrapnel

 

Orpheus

 

Inside me there is no space left

 

Even though my body may be hollow

 

Like a shadow

 

I cram books and poems through my open jar mouth

 

Until I am overflowing in what I have thrown away

 

This clockwork body

 

This ticking wicker of dry pages that once held wet tongues of ink

 

Now drier than the ground before rainfall

 

Waiting for a spark of inspiration

 

To burn bridges I never intended to cross

 

Churches I never intended to pray in

 

On their sky-scraped knees

 

To a God of negligence

 

Asking for forgiveness for a crime they never committed

 

The time passes away and wakes from the sleep of death

 

God watches as the world eats its (own) tail

 

And swallows itself

 

And still, you watch

 

And I burn

 

The music is still playing on the record machine

 

Crackling on a broken plate

 

Crawling on white faces and walls

 

My crooked smile

 

I laugh at death as he tells me the story of my life

 

Still playing on in my ears

 

Looping, repeating

 

Choking itself out

 

Slowly

 

Until there is no smile left

 

There is no love for me

 

There is no love left for you

 

I can hear you scream silently

 

And it reminds me

 

Of my echo

 

You, shadow, of a man who found light

 

What sort of symphony do you hear?

 

The cacophony of a distorted metamorphosis of curdling words

 

People who tear you down to watch you build

 

People who build you to tear down your walls

 

People who cut into the skin until it folds in on itself

 

A tapestry, a mosaic for a beautiful God

 

Who does not love them

 

Who watches

 

As the world attempts suicide

 

And fails again

 

Tubes sticking out of crippled body

 

Tears stuck on their cheek

 

Kissed by the salty breeze

 

You couldn’t understand it

 

Or me

 

So you tried to pin me like a tact to the bulletin board

 

Among the papers you no longer read

 

And the pictures we shared, images, imaginings

 

Before our hearts were perforated

 

By hatred

 

For each other

 

Loving pain more than pleasure

 

I cannot meet your eyes

 

I am leaving

 

Going somewhere new

 

Where?

 

I don’t know

 

Maybe where the sunrise

 

Doesn’t make your shadow lengthen

 

Into me

 

And I can finally drift down this black river

 

Into the cold night

 

Of a city street

 

Ignored by those who would smear me

 

In the clutches of memories

 

Alone

 

Passing time

 

A metronome

 

To the sound

 

Of songs

 

I never got to sing

 

Words

 

You never got to hear

 

Fading into me

 

Your old lover

 

A shadow

 

Fading to black

 

In a white-washed world

 

Of grey hands, hair, and clouds

 

Raining down

 

Blinking out the heavens

 

From the neon underworld of our eyes

 

Mind Village

 

Chiselled villages in the spindling wilderness willows wisp listening to

 

Guillotine fanfares of tangled labyrinths abracadabra

 

Labyrinths avalanche dancing in my hippocampus magnums of stratospheres

 

As the watercolours dissolve and bleed into one hourglass

 

Stretching through retinas of lexicon dominos blossoming polymers

 

Threading repetition through (altocumulus and) bespeckled sepulchres

 

Bottomless colosseums of frolicking gospels postulating pastels blossoming in hell

 

Abandoned cadaverous gospels of hospital mausoleums

 

Haunted empty bottle bodies that float among the clouds

 

Plastic bags of Saturn’s Ragnarök

 

The flock of Rorschach pastures

 

Blasphemously captivated by the dock of Apocrypha

 

Words leak from the damp pages of ribcages made to swim oblivion

 

Emblazoned medallions of palaces of Abaddon’s hourglass

 

Growing trees from the debris of a black sea

 

Oceans of psychosis egg yolks of crocheted graveyards

 

Stitched together scarecrows in a sea of green fields turning grey

 

Nothing growing from the soil

 

But polaroid pictures

 

And the words I haven’t written

 

On the edge of my abyss

 

Listener to the polycrystalline afterimages of licorice wickermen

 

That blemish in resonance of heavenless

 

Dancing hands of cancerous canvases

 

Mangled bits fistfuls of obituaries

 

Illiterate illustrious rustling of suffocating daisies

 

Boiling in the foliage on the shores of a midmorning’s cornea

 

Borderline blind to the third eye

 

Interconnected vasectomies

 

Wrestling with the vestiges of our tempestuous destines

 

Lazarus

 

In the foggy Shinigami tsunami of rambling analog

 

Folding origami fondling the hands of God

 

Discharging harbingers of uncharted arteries

 

Through the darkness disembarking paragons of sodomy

 

Blood and cartilage barking

 

Frostbitten canvas-back-bone in the arctic

 

Steampunk tundra mandalas anacondas of umbrage thundering summits

 

Of a blundering guttural underworld

 

Swirling vermillion centrifugal indigo crescendoing speleothems

 

Bending nebulous hallucinogenic unendingly

 

All the wrath in a basket of Baphomet’s pathogens

 

To take the last step

 

And come out of the (shadows’/beerbattered shadowlands’) labyrinth

 

(Or remain in the beer-battered shadows of Lazarus)

 

Symphony

 

(Beating the darkness like a drum until the blood runs cold)

 

(And God hums along to the beaten skins of man)

 

(Stretched over each other, horny and)

 

(Hanging in the gallows of his hallway closet)

 

(A sex slave to angels)

 

(Watching from their phosphorus nocturne of clocktowers hourglasses)

 

(Pasteurized leviathans that smile on the quiet dawn)

 

(Wandering the fringe of obsidian blizzards)

 

(Glittering numidium/rubidium like human aluminum blooming from the tubes)

 

(Of fuming altocumulus entombed to this luminous universe)

 

(A hearth that is but a candle to a flame)

 

(Half-sane)

 

(Through the pipes of midnight’s scythe)

 

(Strewn across the city’s infinity)

 

(Like dolls tossed from the bedroom door)

 

(Crawling sprawled about the floor)

 

(In the empty house of God)

 

(All of them metronomes)

 

(Swaying séance to chaos)

 

 (The silence of music)

 

(Like a grandfather clock slowly raises its wrinkled hands)

 

(Conducting midnight’s symphony)

 

Orchestra

 

Hieroglyphic griffons eclipsing the abyssal apparitions of lithium gypsies

 

(Mahogany) Tobogganing andromeda collide

 

Transmogrified kaleidoscopes collage mandala

 

Into bottomlessness omniscience

 

Intuition’s crucifixion vomiting consciousness

 

Herculean Prometheus speleothems into

 

Discombobulated constellations

 

Monoliths of bottomless abyss

 

Amaryllis hills of familiars chiselling guillotine villas

 

Crimsoning Olympian christening chrysalis shapeshifting infinite

 

Deathless to the methods of incandescent leprosy

 

Metronome decibels through the effigy of an out of tune heart

 

Waiting for the beat to start

 

Winding itself into silence we dwell tolling tireless the bell

 

In barbed-wire we yell choirs of

 

Maniacal wyverns of a spiralling diaphragms’ hell

 

From the fire of our open mouth

 

The pyre of dialects

 

That now make no sound

 

Record Needle (Tattoos)

 

Record needle

 

Vinyl iris through the eyes of asylum

 

Stairway caricatures

 

Polycrystalline obsidian wings

 

Wilting unbiblical umbilical

 

Weeping willow wisps sister in a chrysalis

 

A hallway of tunnelling underworlds

 

Arches of harlequin Tartarus

 

Starlit starlings of barnyard bonnets  

 

Hysterical marigold caricatures

 

Painted in stained glass Salem’s of Norwegian murals

 

Staircases of oasis lacerating lacquered laced in facelessness discombobulated

 

Where heaven is an open door

 

And life is a child to you, (God)

 

Running down the stairway

 

The light pouring metamorphosis

 

Ethereal lyricists bleeding ceilings in eternity’s metallurgy

 

Mirroring sulphuric speleothems through the mausoleum of a double helix

 

Blossoming from the faucet of holocaustic Ragnarök

 

Terpsichorean fleecing Elysium graffitied misleadingly longing for wanderers

 

Phoenix breathing in the deep end of dreamland

 

Rambling pianos in the casket of a cardiovascular hourglass

 

Blasphemous atmospheres in the jasper masquerade

 

Of Lovecraftian ecclesiasticals

 

Lacquered pastures of brass unpracticed rapture plastered

 

In cerulean cathedrals yellowed like a cello’s cerebellum

 

Solo Cornucopia

 

(Celestial effigies wretched crepuscular vessels of maleficent entropy)

 

(Harmonic bulbous frolicking fauna of kaleidoscopic phosphorous candelabra)

 

(Shinigami astronomers bombarding arguing constellations)

 

(Stretching breakneck Nephilim sepulchres of autonomous andromeda)

 

(Holograms of mitochondrial monoliths)

 

(Lisping nicotine in blissful precipitation)

 

(Discombobulated margarita heathens and artisans of Tartarus)

 

(In the parchment of darkness written in the bark of archangels)

 

(Black ink marbling cartilaginous radio static attics)

 

(Abaddon nook and cranny avalanching rampaging pages of a halo’s grey)

 

(Of Blackmagic unravelling gravelled fabric stratospheres of arteries uncharted)

 

(In cellars to the bellowing interstellar belladonna)

 

(Decompartmentalizing horizons spiralling Gaia’s choir of kaleidoscopes)

 

(Doped on the Pythagorean magnum opus of cornucopias)

 

(Jagged patterns of abandoned avenues labyrinth-like stratospheres in a bangled hand)

 

(The arm arching camouflaging mitochondrial omniscience)

 

(Frolicking psalms in the sweating Armageddon palms of halogens calling to fallen andromeda)

 

(Gondolas of symbiotic holograms fragmented Avalon)

 

(Fingering the hymns of oblivion in my guitar heartstrings)

 

(Oceans in the ambrosia nosediving voices divine climbing ivory hillsides)

 

(Omnipotent hieroglyph lithium of flickering equilibrium)

 

(Violins of violet sign language)

 

(Billboards in God’s pores)

 

(Amalgams in the soundholes’ hyperbolic Catholicism like a gulf in my chest)

 

(The abyss beneath the breast)

 

(The gallows howling)

 

(To Valkyries who watch the breeze suffocate)

 

(In plastic bags)

 

(My heart is singing solo again)

 

(With your hands around my throat)

 

(My mouth)

 

(A hollow in the last gnarled fingers of a tree)

 

(Where once held a forest)

 

(On the tip of its forgotten tongue)

 

(Listening to itself breathe)

 

(Muffled by time)

 

(Pillows of smoke vermillion billowing in cerulean wilderness from chapped lips)

 

(Looking up at the squeegeed seagull’s tumbleweed)’ing

 

(Canvases of onomatopoeia)

 

(Graffitied by cartoonish altocumulus)

 

(As infinite symphonies of linden trees)

 

(Breathe in the skins of peninsulas)

 

(The symmetry of oblivion’s photosynthesis)

 

Ragnarok Phoenix Terpsichorean

 

Swept in coalescence a zephyr’s polyester evanescence

 

Of alabaster castles (rafters collapsing) in the flatlining sky

 

And rivers in the bangled sands of water lantern amaranths

 

Wrangling dandelions of salmon-ella

 

In smoky corneas born of you

 

Clouds in Halifax hatching like daffodils from turquoise foliage

 

Rolling primordials oil-spill from the alabaster plastic

 

Terpsichorean demons

 

Machiavellian palpitations balcony amaryllis basilicas

 

Eternity reverberating churning hernias in a concerto of vertigo

 

Hurricanes of frolicking dolls in hallways of polymerization

 

As the melodic staccato ovulating vibratos gelatinous apocalypse

 

In the phosphorus crossroads comatose oceans

 

In commotion of chromosomes tornadoes

 

Of the autumn winds’ bottomless constellations

 

Draconian pandemonium in a canopied canvas

 

Of amaranthine chrysanthemum

 

Molasses sandcastles pastel apples, daffodils

 

Saxophones waxing and waning azaleas

 

Tsunami origami clockwork docking to the mosh pit sarcophagus of obelisks

 

Stygian figurines calligraphy symmetry’s intimate photosynthesis

 

Rinsing obsidian in the whispering distance

 

Reincarnation

 

Resurrection

 

Fluid cartoonish altocumulus

 

Flatlining satellites unravel light in a ballet’s scythe

 

Wallflower galleries of ballerina Valkyries

 

Opaque daisies lackadaisical mosaic of hazel azaleas

 

Feathered bedlam’s transcendent antennas

 

Crescendo placenta resonance edifice

 

Hallucinogenic Everest’s in the sepulchre of your retinas

 

Maple tree aether leaf wraths of Himalayan polymerization

 

Maleficent Esper destinies of polyester Nephilim

 

Autumn collage songbird of a rondo’s gelato

 

Spurring serpentine burgundy hurricanes

 

Epoch of glossy velociraptor doppelgängers

 

Intangible with the Magdalenes

 

Dangling hangman mandolins star-spangled banners brandishing amber dandelions

 

Growing forests born from the pores of pyres

 

Lyres spiralling choirs rhyming within the iris of a wildfire

 

Swaying mosaics in marmalade tornados

 

Cigarettes and newspapers spindle incendiary visionaries vicarious

 

Against the suede barricade, a prairie of fairies, marionettes of alstroemerias

 

Winding spiralling in a bouquet of DNA

 

My heart ticks

 

Keeping time

 

The band no longer plays

 

I still listen


 












 

 

 

© 2021 R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)


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R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)
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.

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I love those pictures along with your concept! Good Luck!

Posted 3 Months Ago


R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)

3 Months Ago

Thank you, glad you enjoyed it. :)
Great writing, the pictures were scary!!

Posted 3 Months Ago


R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)

3 Months Ago

Thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed it! :)
great story of an old myth,scary images to showcase the write,great job

Posted 4 Months Ago


R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)

4 Months Ago

Thank you!
This is great. I admire your originality and depth of vision. You have great artistic perception. Your words create many images. Painters could create wonderful paintings from your work.

Posted 4 Months Ago


R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)

4 Months Ago

Thank you, this is a work in progress still, but I like to think I'm improving with every poem. Just.. read more
Hello, Potato! :)
The first thing I did here was scroll through the images. The closing ones brought to mind the word Torment.
As I started reading, I remembered reading another of your writes. You have a recognizable style. I think I would enjoy listening to this while looking at the images, but my OCD won't let me read it. Its too imposing, and as I couldn't make out any progression in the first few lines, I became anxious and stopped reading. Ive seen some writers post Soundcloud recordings in their Author's Notes, and I think it would be great to listen to you read this.

Posted 4 Months Ago


R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)

4 Months Ago

Unfortunately, I won't be reading this out loud any time soon. I used to to visit poetry slams often.. read more

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

Burlington, Halton, Canada



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