Implant a man inside the brain
which never was a man
Supplant the lipid gone insane,
a limp incestuous plan
Arrange the seating at the party
whose comp’ny never comes
The party strange and surging hearty
alarmed in dream and surly won
Two doctors useless dancing, paid
to diagnose the indication
Five years manipulate my mainstay
of infernal vindication
And now the machinations of dirty dream
awake to [...]
April 30, 2007
Categories: Metrical, Poetry, Sonnet, Technical . . Author: organbone . Comments: 1 Comment
Like Plathe, I’ll say I’m through:
head in the oven to bide my time
my eloquence cannot quench you.
And once more, you’re no longer mine.
Decisions too preemptive, strike
me down, I’ll admit defeat to swine,
but no force to make the skirt to hike
once more, the pig’s head on my shoulders
lay, the hog is not unlike
my reflection, steadfast as [...]
April 25, 2007
Categories: Poetry, Technical, Terza Rima . . Author: organbone . Comments: Leave a Comment
I cum like death
a spectral spectrum, salivating
speculum, opening like a
homunculus dissecting itself
to find a little man inside its mind
watching the operations ad absurdum
adding absolution to the cure
cat calling its mother
invertebrate whore
lying in wait, in dung
the Phoenix Bell rung no more
But whom does the tiny man
serve? a clockwork midget
relying on sanctification to aid
its fidgeting, monstrous motions
elation [...]
April 25, 2007
Categories: Free verse, Poetry . . Author: organbone . Comments: 2 Comments
Our sickness is an infernal game
The pain inflicted with weakened heart
Upon a lover’s brow, head’s lowered in shame
Contradictions like logic infernal start
And tame the shrew and wreck the brain
Upon the soil, victims of toil, slain
Like Maimonides gaze, to fall apart
Wisdom’s retribution cast upon the lame
A contribution to the game, like art
Transitory and endless, what is [...]
April 18, 2007
Categories: Poetry, Technical . . Author: organbone . Comments: 1 Comment
Every poem I write about you
begins with “I,” it’s unfair
Everything that’s outside of me
is mine, possession penetrating perception
until I’m blind, grabbing wildly
to grasp something to hold onto
I tried to grasp onto everything
but my fingers were too short
and I lost it.
I tried to grasp onto you
but I grab with the wrong arms,
I grab previously
and you are [...]
April 2, 2007
Categories: Free verse, Poetry . . Author: organbone . Comments: 2 Comments