HikikomoriA Poem by R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe) 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.
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
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
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R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)Burlington, Halton, CanadaAboutMost of my poems can be differing lengths depending on the time you want to spend reading them. You can avoid reading anything brackets, or read it all. If you want an in-between, you can read only th.. more..Writing |
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