sophisticated chaos

the systematic sophistication of chaos in defense of reincarnation — I was drafted in the mingling of ennui  and half moon martini olives drifting in the hapless mendacity of some tepid soirée at some darkened apartment in some listless city I stood in the foyer hoping to be mistaken for a Grecian urn a Trojan […]

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End note to a ghost

— End note to a ghost When cowards are sent In lieu of flowers — Stay out of my cemetery, boo This sanctuary Of solemnity is not for you Kindly clamor those chains over a different grave Something a little more in line With the consecration of your own kind Potter’s field, asylum basement Perfect […]

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Anything but—

Carnations never garnish the caskets of kings But the flaccid sprigs serve well As the empty promises of thieves The half-hearted perianths The pastel stalemates posing as foliage Plucked by idle hands in the dead lands Of can’t manage sincerity The leafy little demons The roughage of recidivists In their much ado-about-nothingness Clutched by teary-eyed […]

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Recitation | Olena K. Davis

sweet reader, flanneled and tulled  By Olena Kalytiak Davis (www.poetryfoundation.org) — Reader unmov’d and Reader unshaken, Reader unseduc’d and unterrified, through the long-loud and the sweet-still I creep toward you. Toward you, I thistle and I climb. I crawl, Reader, servile and cervine, through this blank season, counting—I sleep and I sleep. I sleep, Reader, […]

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Like Milk Only Not Milk

It isn’t as if I’m not already fully aware of the fact It flatters you to see that I hate you enough To weave that hostility into my poetry You get a cheap kind of thrill Watching my heart spill Into those words It’s like milk Only It’s not milk Severed arteries pour Onto the […]

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Therapy Session

I have something to confess Without coercion or duress And this isn’t easy for me in the least but— My therapist says that honesty is the best policy And apparently transparency is necessary For unabridged progression toward emotional prosperity And everyone knows  It’s wise to assign monetary value To psychological complexity And since no one […]

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I think I can (I think I can)

The Question:  Train A, traveling 70 mph, leaves Westford heading toward Eastford, 260 miles away. At the same time Train B, traveling 60 mph, leaves Eastford heading toward Westford. When do the two trains meet? My Answer:  What do they sound like? What happens if one crashes? Would they ever meet? What if both are […]

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Feign Tame

Foxes do not wear collars As obedience is a purely menial task And collars are not conducive To one’s elusive cravings for mayhem Foxes are factually drawn to chaos Their favorite kind requires silence And bells are ruiners of stealth Jingles are the Achilles heel Of diabolical reveals Foxes can feign tame for a time […]

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Bottom’s up

             Down, down, down the rabbit hole, she goes In her minds dilated eyes The syrinx abyss unfolds Towards unknown wonders That bloom and brim asunder                   Down, down, down the rabbit hole, she drowns Swirling with lost’s and found’s Bottom’s up […]

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Divinity

On the first day God created paper airplanes And with a disinterested flick of the divine wrist An immense sky became, brimming with twinkling lights For use of which he considered the gift of flight But only on the condition of wings And those would only be for bird-like things Of which he hadn’t yet […]

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It’s so nice to see you again

“What the fox cannot reach he allows to hang.” — Greek Proverb   Empathy is a desert highway And there On the shoulder with hazard’s flashing Conviction, my most reliable lover Awaits me with the engine idling Flicking nickels, errantly Into a tarnished ashtray He’s bucket seat restless Cracks his spine to pass the time […]

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Please don’t be late.

Warnings are best ignored just before spectacular catastrophes. I repeat. Deceit is most inflated when kept in gullible company. Furthermore. Always let moths warm themselves by the fires, set by hungry spiders. After all. Once bitten, twice shy and what are scars to butterflies? Or fish to barrels? Or blades to pistols? It’s official. Willful […]

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With the agony of Keats

I want to be acquainted esoterically With the wilting agony of Keats I want a feverish apex in Italy To end with metaphysical conceit I want to aspirate on avarice I want the Reaper’s lust To be ravenous I want to succumb To a sickness of lung I want to be a poet of unspeakable rarity […]

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my fury (III)

  fu·ry ˈfyo͝orē/ noun wild or violent anger. “tears of fury and frustration” GREEK MYTHOLOGY a spirit of punishment, often represented as one of three goddesses who executed the curses pronounced upon criminals, tortured the guilty with stings of conscience, and inflicted famines and pestilences.    I. my fury has a past, a purpose my fury […]

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everything’s roses

The Rose Tree by William Butler Yeats — ‘O words are lightly spoken,’  Said Pearse to Connolly,  ‘Maybe a breath of politic words  Has withered our Rose Tree;  Or maybe but a wind that blows  Across the bitter sea.’  ‘It needs to be but watered,’  James Connolly replied,  ‘To make the green come out again  […]

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what happened to the words?

(This is a one take recording. I only had a three minute span of free time to recite,  so please forgive any mispronunciations or uncalled for pauses… Xo)   Remember when you used to be a poet? My God, those were the days You, when you still craved the words And when the words were […]

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Until you’re satisfied

I will wait for you in a bayou Where I am requisite and unrestrained Auxiliary to predation A consonant with the feral ecology Bemused with the libertine prose  Of sweltering tides Of sheltering fugitives In utter defiance of purity A confessor to the preference For total annihilation Consoled by the throated sadism Of wayward osprey Captivated by […]

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Let Them Have It

And if the bleak are to inherit the earth? Then I say, friends, Let them have it For they shall be in fine company Among the filth and degradation Reeking of havoc The flawed machinations Of the emotionally inept Let them have it Let them have their vapid domain Of trauma and dichotomy For this […]

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never captive

Hummingbirds and their saccharine hearts Fabergé beaks and staccato flight Translucent to the eye of the beholden Lost on a Mankind wildly inept At discerning the language of nature The subliminal wisdom of wings The hypnotic properties of repetition Embedded in the arc of ancient trees Steeped in the nectar of coral bells Kept in […]

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I’ll end you just the same

So has it been decided? Are you my enemy, today? Or should it be so, tomorrow? Et tu, brute? Perhaps it was yesterday? When words kamikazed? From the grandeur and the xanax? Sharpening knives over coffee? Is right now the battleground? Was our love merely a claim? Shall we kiss or draw pistols? I’ll end you […]

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