Hikikomori

Hikikomori

A Poem by R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)
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Had a good time writing this. A poem in 11 parts. Different from some of my other longer poems. Maybe you'll like the style, it's not new, but this may be the first time you see me use it. Enjoy.

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The stretching neck of a crescent’s fleck

Bespectacled in coalescent evanescence

Dishevelled in all its omnipresent pestilence

Spitting literature

I will not be split again

Like the chapped lips of this world

Where watchers finger at the keys

Trilling notes of hollowed trees

Playing the instrument of death

Until the moment nothing’s left

Hikikomori

1

Lexicon rambling ambidextrous resurrection

Of conjectures resonance

Emanating cemeteries of evangelical fairies

Ovulating candelabra comets

Vomit origami andromeda’s discombobulated

Sabotaged elations hand of God

A gondola of samsara’s martyrdom

Armada harbouring discharging escarpments

Of cartilage Tartarus arbitrary marionettes

Of hallucinogenic ascension

Bending venomous penitentiaries

Of Everest eventually rending the crevices of

The stretching neck of a crescent’s fleck

Bespectacled in evanescence

Dishevelled in all its omnipresent pestilence

Blossoming Apocrypha in the mausoleum of a helix

Spiralling vineyards of vinyl spires magnifying silence

And we breathe to bleed the fallen leaves like a column of trees

Tumbleweeds reeling in the cerulean buildings

Like the bottom floor of a seventh heaven

Reverends to penance, clementine’s between the lines

And diamonds dug up from rapture

In the scaffolding rhapsodic ecclesiastical tapestries

Mosaics of people smushed together into the colour of one room

How everything here is me

And I explode outward like half-formed egg

Everywhere

The cracks of my smile lines wider than my eyelids

As I slip through them

And tie myself like a twig

To a tree

 

2

 

In a wedding of tree roots cradling a newborn monster

The autumn breathing mausoleums

Martyrs of the oligarchy

Gelatinous cardiovascular lacquered pyramids

An inukshuk of stars towering

Scintillating disintegrating assimilated nations

Basilisks of alabaster craftmanship

Cleopatras tapestries wrapping tundra into thunderclaps

Scrambled ensembles rambling animals

Brambled cannibals stretching necklaces

Of a wretched Bethlehem

Vestiges of polyester sepulchres

Over the skin of each silver ringed insignia

On the sagging face of the earth

Wrinkling ink blotted suns

That run dry in a hurricane’s eye spiralling

Frolicking andromedas of the diabolical

Necronomicon of outstretched arms

As far as the eye can see in the disease-ridden breeze

The stretching neck of spit flecked from the mouth of God

A voiceless angel

A fallen leaf

Spindling windy incendiary viridian

Streaming terpsichorean bohemian

The chorus of waterboarded Gregorian cornea accordions

Roping Orpheus, the opal in a kaleidoscope incorporeal

The placenta in the centre of an inward venture

Tunes the guitar strings of my strumming umbra

I make no sound

Silence hears everything

The rupture of rough brushstrokes licking the hanging canvas

The stretching neck of a crescent’s fleck

Dishevelled in all its omnipresent-

-Delve into the shell of the skeleton

Velvet umbrellas envelop pelicans

The crushed fender of a nebula

The valves amalgamated

Surrendered to the pendulum

Butterfly to a broken-winged engine

Wrenched free from the prison of ribs

The quarry of a cornea

Anthropomorphic orchestras forests of euphoria

Phantasmagorical choreography

In orchards of porcelain

The crevices of edifice

A heaven in the sediment

In the downpour of (eleventh story) floral Hikikomori

Planting the red apple

A family tree

A garden of Eden

Heathen

Breathe in bulimia all through the seasons

Rhyme without reason

Chime with the ceiling

Climb with the phoenix

High with the demons

Bespectacled in evanescence

The antlers of olive branches

Trapezing on a tightrope of cyclones

Tarnished armies like heartstrings

Plucked from the wings of God

Harps of the darting cartilage of onyx archangels,

Fish in an ocean of oasis, existence, God, abyss

 

3

 

Cadaverous catacombs covens of crows

In a symposium clothed in oceans of mono-chromosomes

Nocturnal infernos whirling

Sterling metallurgy swirling surgical hurricanes

Pulling the reins of stained-glass pastures

Willow wisp in the lisp of eucalyptus

Lucid Jupiter cruising through

The billiards of the Milky Way

Playing pool with the ceramic amethyst of planets

Clamouring badminton glamorous abyss

Through the blasphemous rhapsody of chapel’s passageways

Tapestries in the gelatinous cardiovascular atmosphere

Peering through your earrings

In neon New Zealand veneers of spherical speleothems

Of clandestine evanescence repetition spectrums

Intestinal pestilential repertoire

Kept in the leprechaun’s jar

Through the depth of a rectum of stars, nine yards

Transmogrified hollow, diabolical polymers

Handcrafted Damascus windmill basilicas

Barren prairies of carrion caricatures

Alstroemerias carousel’ing Hell

The cerebellum yells

In unravelling vibrato

In columns of bottomless gondolas of staccato

A cosmic mausoleum built into a circus of femurs

As the homogenous reaper

Of a sun creeps into a bed of curtaining clouds

A blanket of anchored stars

Peering through the setting of Armageddon

Trapped like a basket case in my bedroom

Reverends to the sediment

Rising kaleidoscopes from the dirt licked

Words

 

 

4

 

Living in the schism

Sculpting vultures in engulfed in the pulse of ultimatum

Philosophical apocalypse rollicking

A hemlock gospel of phosphorus mockingbirds

Rakshasas’ vibrato of an opera’s nocturne

Transcendent hemorrhages

Cruising through music’s hallucinogenic edifice

Hallelujahs strewn in altocumulus hallucinations

Sandcastle molasses

Carrion of scarecrow marionettes

Aging wastelands of planets zigzagging in madness

Alstroemeria clarinets crescent

Homogeneous meteorites gleaming

Gorging on metamorphosis

Fairies and cherubim barbarians

Blasphemous astronauts rasping

Through the cracked glass of a chapel

In rapturous pastures of dilapidation

Capsized in the crying blindsided horizon

That climb the spiral stairway to heaven

Choirs of vinyl aspiring to the pyres of Nihilism

Astral castaways trapped in this maelstrom

Of space in mitochondrial congregation

Mind boggled discombobulated abominations

Among homo-sapient escalators

The yellowed pages of a faded oasis

Leatherback spines bent into coalescing sentences

Shrapnel asters interwoven stories

Supernovas soldering glaucoma gorging metamorphosis

Crows of corneas, bipolar violas, primordial soldiers

Picking at the flesh until the heart is inside out

And no longer beats in the eardrums keeping time

A prisoner to the irregular heaven of nebulas

Where the concrete bombshells

Columns of monoliths

Stand as pillars of amaryllis

Growing on the gravestones of civilization

Vines that reach for the clouds

But catch nothing in their spindly arms

But their memories

The dusty remains of their musty, empty, books

I read under the cover of night

The pages of morning creasing my spine

The clouded images stretch through shadows

Smeared into the crevices

The blank canvas of my colourless mind

And I look out from the cocoon, a butterfly

A paper crane folding in on itself

Leaving behind the husk

Peeling away at the skin until nothing remains

In the hollow of a tree’s open mouth

Screaming names no one has heard

For decades

Namelessly branding me silent

As I bury memories amongst the roots

Beneath the sharp edge of a crescent moon

Cutting through the black

Night clothed as a widow

Offering me her starlit hand

The silver willow of a scythe

While fluorescent exodus

Beckons and billows

In the wreckage of children and buildings

I am not another bullet trying to leave its mark on this world

And I am just

A motion picture trapped

Inside a five-foot seven frame

Another human bomb condensing into its fragile shell

Another love letter thrown out with the trash

Another silence trying to be heard

I am just aimlessly walking this path to a dead end

Maybe I just wanted to lose myself

To these empty streets again

The streaming dreamland of a plastic bag

The alleys twisted snakes of motherless gutters

The crooked strain of pavement rivers

Which may never touch my bare feet again

 

Rust

 

Candelabra’s sauna bottomless auburn goldenrod

Ringing in the ears and the culling of hullabaloo

Carving their names into the trunk of a maple

Fallen gravestones in a sea of skyscrapers

The guillotines of silver-screen soliloquy

And eternity still says;

The show must go on

So I play my little tune

And stage my own insurrection

Although the texture may change on my tongue

I can still taste the bitter

Of smoking sour-sweet memories

Filling my lungs with

Forests

The scent of a rocky boneyard

Of gnarled branches outstretched

That never reach anything but the bulb of my heart

An inside out rose

The petals falling and flowing

Through a straddling canvas, labyrinth of wind

The cashmere canyon of bluish-black clouds ravaging hallelujah

Swivelling cerulean trapped

In the crannies of sabbath

In the vestiges of Nepotism, polyester coalescing Nephilim

Megalomanic mavericks of canvases

Silverly wilting whimsical billowing umbilical

One by one

Given back to the earth

Harmonic barnacles of suede of constellations

Bulbous discombobulated carnivals

Carrion alstroemerias caricature scarecrows

Pharaohs of marigold burials

The barren backed Sahara’s of disparaging marionettes

Canyons of lavender avenues clamouring over each other

All snakes slithering rivers of scimitars

Rust in the musty honeysuckle combustion

The gravelly sabbatical pianist

Of sabotage tobogganing harbours

Of scarlet shipyards whispering of eucalyptus

Polycrystalline precipice

Of the chrysalis of precipitation reigning scintillating

Canyons of chrysanthemum mannequins

Wastelands rambling with the annals of dandelions

Swinging incendiary oblivion

The rhythmic Olympian falling down the mountain

With the wallflowers’ album

Clumsy thunderous homunculus underworlds

Twirling with whirlwinds

Like a serpentine dervish

A hurricane through huckleberry

Rustic honeysuckle combustion

Suffocating on God’s creation

My footsteps ricochet through the silence

Like bullets

Riddling me another human puzzle

Another hanging tree

In the forest

I leave my carcass to the wind

And watch my words grow wings

In the soil

Flowery as they are, blooming ludicrous

In fear

Of my solitary burial

The closing

Of the mouth

The smile of maggots that kissed me so;

Gently in my emptiness

The opening

Of the door

To my room

 

Caterpillars and Goldfish

 

Death is my finest art

Read these eulogies

Choke on my second-hand smoke, high

Until the roach finds itself scuttling

In these walls

I am no longer a worm

But a butterfly

I’m leaving home

I have no home,

Now

There is no prison left to hold me

Why should I cage my words into a single sentence?

Why? When I’ve been set free

Am I still trapped between the lines of a page

Long dead

Fed to the caged birds

Swallowing the seeds of a poet

Who never grew out of his shell

But still thinks himself free

As the flowers outgrow him

Ugly as they are

The words are wilting

But no one reads empty thoughts

Bouncing around a shallow, hollow skull

Like a goldfish

Anyway

 

Tongue

 

Spitting literature

I will not be split again

Upon the lips of this world

I cannot touch every verse

When they are as endless

As the pinpricks

On a billboard of stars

Like omniscient frolicking obelisks of origami

I am a maple seed on the wind

Spiralling to the rhythm of Shinigami

And the linden shimmers a floral lantern

Like primrose, a prison of limbos’ prisms

An inkblot chained to the rays

Playing matrix in gateways of everglades

Stained in the straying strains of a rainbow

The stranded hands of oblivions’ clock

Clenched into one fist

A roping spiral staircase of helixes

Unwinding, flatlining hurricanes’ eyes

In the rhinestone Styrofoam

Rigging the photosynthesis of a blending heaven

Among the lost souls waging war on pages

Crumbled, frayed, torn; petals of the flowers

Picking the ticks tucked between our dusky smiles

Crows tied between the lines of telephone poles

Tusks of ivory picked clean of colour

Among black feathers

Heaven and Armageddon

Earth falls down a set of stairs

And shatters

Like a half-formed egg

Unravelling the caverns of a fallen tower hourglass

Craven as Babylon

(Where watchers finger at the keys)

A skyscraper of angel bones

(Trilling notes of hollowed trees)

Barbed wire choirs of violins

(Playing the instrument of death)

Scratching at the winding vinyl

A sky of xylophones

Until the moment nothing’s left

 

Tie-dye

 

Tying a knot

In the branches between heaven and earth

Winding and unravelling the canals of the heart

Passing capsized in the dilapidated scrapyard of rapture’s daffodils

An endless wave of hurricane days

Collapsing backwards rapturous afterimages

Astral aster tapestries

Masquerading nomenclature

To the cadence of radiant Himalayans

Swaying suedes of gazing seance

Veiled waves marmalade of ball and chain

Conclaves of the fading aegis of oasis

The swaying marmalade hips of a dictionary

Everybody bleeds; to be the brightest colour on the wall

There in no holy nature in the blood

But it is my own ink that stains the page

Although the indents there

Bring you and I no closer to god

I speak of but the second hand of the clock

And of but the creaking dust of your shadow unhinged

Ticking onwards like rusted faucets

Blowing into nothingness

On the dry spindles of cinderous wind

(Flickering like a bonfire of dreams)

 

Bluebird’s Hike

 

As the angels that wept

Sculpting vultures in the pulse of ultimatum

Lit the lampposts of clovers

Philosophical Apocrypha rollicking through Catholicism

And row by row supernovae groves of ozone

A grandfather clock is keeping time for the music

A hemlock gospel of phosphorus mockingbirds

Picturesque splinters of incendiary rivers

That slide off the cheek of God

A waterfall of halogens

That lick the sweat from a rockface’s brow

Rakshasas’ vibrato ink

Blotting out an opera’s nocturne

Under the sepulchre's edge

Of a breathlessly endless sun

Tendrils spun in a way that made an empty ribcage feel full

Bluebird and all

 

Dragging Down The Fallen Stars

 

As the world flickers

Like a pyre of forgotten dreams

In a shimmering prison of obsidian limericks

Schisms of scimitars and disembodied stars

Watch the night sky with me

As it breathes itself in

Another senseless corpse called man

Prose buried below the hillside

Mountains that climb the riffs of a broken guitar

Hand and hand

Fingers a chainlink fence

Crotcheted from strands of helix

Sit here with me, and watch

Benevolent or apathetic

As to how the world burns

How can I not be bitter?

My body is a cardboard box opened and left empty

My soul a butterfly in a jar on display

Caged, clad in iron chained sentences

Watch the night sky unwinding with me

While I look at the ceiling

Are you still beside me?

Will you leave me like the moon in mourning?

Outside my window

The gears still turn in the rust of sunrise

The clouds spray-painted buildings

The sun graffitied neon

Mirrored on my blinking pupils

Like light casting a shadow

Gone blind

Feeling my way through the tunnels I have dug

The crawlspaces left by my hungry flesh

Scarring this body abstract

Elastic as a Rorschach of plastured tapestries

My finger trace along the bones on the spine

Searching for more than just flesh

Finding nothing, no one, but this battered frame

Unable to see the whole picture

Derailing ukuleles made up from stringings of syllables

Hanging by a thread, down to the wire

Stitching patchwork astronauts

Torn from the fabric of my ragged sabbath of my

Oil stained history

Wearing the blackberries of the sun’s hara-kiri

Parading in the masquerade of paradise

Playing in the drowned forest

Of bottomless watercolour memories

As everything else

Burns

 

Saturn

 

Atoms of Saturns’ stratospheres scattered patterns

Unravelling avenues on the milky way

Valleys, stalactites coralline through the gel of canals

Elysium deceiving breathing

Wrestling skeptical decibels

In the mess hall vessels of September

Remember sepulchres

Nestled between bluejeans, breasts,

And ribbons in the imprisoning schism

Of photosynthesis rippling

Looking out on the water

From the drought of a scalpel’s bell toll

Ribcage emblazoned in the haze of

Insatiable murals of gears

That speleothem remedies of heavenly Armageddon

Bluegrass in the setting sun

Homunculus on bungalows

Of tundra flows sub-nautical automatons

Bottoms up to the halogens of andromedas

Audio a fallen star

Reincarnated reminiscent liquor

In the voice of an eclipsing gypsy

Christened with lithium

A crow in her veins, a Himalayan monastery

Blooming beautifully hallucinogens

Of translucent altocumulus

Of bruising luminous fuchsia

Out of tune juniper musical rejuvenation

Lacerating astronauts of astral Lovecraftian ecclesiasticals

Multilateral travesties

Unravelling fanatically ecstatic

In the scavenging lavender

Chronological ideology, ticking off the clock

Burn dancing with the hands of flame

Zigzagging planets, Saturn’s pattern

Bangles of entangled tangos of amethyst water lanterns

Spindle of incendiary linden trees

Psychedelic Valkyries on the shelves of a skeleton

Free

The stretching neck of a crescent’s fleck

Bespectacled in coalescent evanescence

Dishevelled in all its omnipresent pestilence

Spitting literature

I will not be split again

Upon the chapped lips of this world

Where watchers finger at the keys

Trilling notes of hollowed trees

Playing the instrument of death

Until the moment nothing’s left

 













© 2021 R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)


Author's Note

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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Hikikomori - "pulling inward, being confined (social withdrawl)". what a cool word for a title. i immediately liked the whole japanese thing and images at the beginning. your usual master crafting of wording and phraseology so many precious gems!

Bespectacled in coalescent evanescence

Dishevelled in all its omnipresent pestilence

Living in the schism

Philosophical apocalypse rollicking

too many favorites to list. as always i need oxygen when i finish reading you. damn, no one could even begin to fathom the depths of you. plus those accompanying images to boot. bravo ... .)

Posted 3 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)

3 Months Ago

Yeah, I took inspiration from the idea of loneliness and wanting to be lonely. Hence the title. Also.. read more
HB Rita

3 Months Ago

This a master piece!
R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)

3 Months Ago

Thank you HB Rita! :) Means the world to me to hear that from you.



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Hikikomori - "pulling inward, being confined (social withdrawl)". what a cool word for a title. i immediately liked the whole japanese thing and images at the beginning. your usual master crafting of wording and phraseology so many precious gems!

Bespectacled in coalescent evanescence

Dishevelled in all its omnipresent pestilence

Living in the schism

Philosophical apocalypse rollicking

too many favorites to list. as always i need oxygen when i finish reading you. damn, no one could even begin to fathom the depths of you. plus those accompanying images to boot. bravo ... .)

Posted 3 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)

3 Months Ago

Yeah, I took inspiration from the idea of loneliness and wanting to be lonely. Hence the title. Also.. read more
HB Rita

3 Months Ago

This a master piece!
R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)

3 Months Ago

Thank you HB Rita! :) Means the world to me to hear that from you.
Very descrictive and nice piece. I enoyed it a lot

Posted 3 Months Ago


R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)

3 Months Ago

Thank you again, I'm definitely going to check your work out, I have been reading it, but soon I wil.. read more
JungLee

3 Months Ago

Thank you very much
This is a really great piece. It has depth and sophistication and a very nice maturity to it.

Posted 3 Months Ago


R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)

3 Months Ago

Thanks Danny, I greatly appreicate that you enjoyed the work. I'm still adding to it, so it gives me.. read more

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