The Art of Falling Apart;

The Art of Falling Apart ;

               I

Falling

      falling apart

   smashing through mirror clouds

        spun sugar globes of sticky sweet

shards, ripped apart,

                      skin flaking

                bones broken and creaking

                teeth - hanging on,

every mouthful, a feast of pain,

        losing memory

         hair

         erection      muse

       falling through the void

                                   backwards

                turning frown

                              upside down

                                   clown

                              downside up,

disintegration

   flakes of skin   lost to the wind

Cerebral, Cortex, Cortez, Castaneda,

slipping

               slips

     A twisted winged angel falling to

                    ground

broken minded, and stronger still,

                                       but still

                                       f*****g falling,

yea gods it's a long way down

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          II

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The ghosted bank of dank grey

feather and gristle

blackened blood feeds carnivore

gulls, swallowing, cackling, kings of this s**t

stained land, forever fractured,

broken, uncompounded, losing ashes of

reality, the anchor slips in wet sand, 

hanging on - just hanging on - one fingernail

at a tine,

and gravity - the w***e tries to

drag me me home,

and Sirius, my lover, tries

to entice me in, welcome me home,

set me free

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       III

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          The free style motion

         with a falcon smile

         hurtling into disintegration

          a feather bullet / sleek muscle

                                bursting arteries

vice - like talons

                  stopping the flying

                                               from falling

                     but falling still,

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       IV

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     crumbles of swing dust

          like mind,

                  memories

           memories of mind

                                          falling  

                                          gone, grains

                                                          of sand,

              falling

       into unconcerned upturned

           oceans and stars

      tumbling abstract spirals            the 

cosmos continuum

                falling

                    grasping the

                edges of leathered

                   feathered clowns

   -   feathered to ground    -

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         V

-

As I fall, 

I see the horizon

curving away from me

stretching to infinifuckety

gone,

the ghost tips of used fingers

dive into spent duvets

for a rummage and a fight

and a cheeky tickle or two,

and falling - through the down

     smothering duck feather

                   (  * Lost Angels cry,

                           and they know  not why, ) ...

                                       falling .............................................

                         

                        

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

infinifuckity---I am traveling there fast.
Falling apart as is the speaker of this poem.
I create this art in much better fashion than I do my poetry.
I should procure a gallery, and do a show...
This poem is just too relatable....
too too relatable.
as Plath said...."Dying is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well, I do it so it feels like
hell, I do it so it feels real"
j.

[gram linski]

haha, aye j. it feels f*****g real sometimes, great quote, great poem, thanks as always

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

This is truly beautiful amazing write ✍️

[gram linski]

thanks for the great review, Julie always appreciate your kind words, glad you enjoyed

[Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)]

Yes I did am reading again now !!🙆‍♀️

[mattavelli]

Hello, gram! :)
Thats a lot of falling. I appreciate your commitment to the art. Haha

[gram linski]

thanks, man, aye I do like to commit, or should be committed as my doc puts it, lol,