Surrealism Poetry – Page 4 – Theater of Sorrows

Pen-itential (Poets’ Apology)

Petals Passionately Perfume Potential Paradise

Here it unfolds…
A thousand centuries within one petal scrolled
Hope among the stars who’ve lost their zest
Dreams captive in my heart have hurtled from my chest
Moonfire sky ignites the stars into chrysanthemum sparklers
I’ve been waiting for something that I never knew I wanted –
And I dive
Into this waterfall of an ancient oceans visions in caramel eyes
There you are…
Strange and dark, stark and beautiful
I fell fast instead of rushing slow
I held Time –
Reached into eternity to steal what was obviously mine
Love’s been murdered constantly by all these poets
Pen their words as if they’re mystics and precious when they show it
Fill our minds with their nicotine mythologies
Glamorizing what they believe was never meant to be
Loves gestation barely ascends before left in sooty ruins
No lovers cosmic coupling, ferocious, fetishised, feral swoons
No latticed lavender elixir running sweet through darkroom arteries
No equinox embalmed souls, eucalyptus twined, and thus –
Graven wounds morose no longer outlive time
Did you send me spirit blooms in the ravens tongue?
Messenger with your eyes, whispering of love and madness…
I’ll plant them in our cemetery garden, beneath the moonstone circle topiaries
I’m so sorry that you didn’t know
I’m so sorry that you told yourself that no one
Would ever want to see your soul
Glimpses of layers, grey into blue
Outlines of shadows in sanguine-tinted hues
Come lay with me on the crest on the hill
Sky of rose-tinted marmalade, light mating with shade
No need to search for further clues
I’ll take your hand right on cue
Among puffy cumulus cloud animals –
I see you

Spoiled Bones

Worms; Trails in the key of blue, gnawing the light into mulch
Where I stumbled and fell –
Cerulean skies churning and rumbling, a vertigo undertow rushing, dragging
This dissonance, malengine shadings in my bones
Indicating misplaced instruments and lost rhapsodizing
Perpendicular and horizontal planes, out of rhythm and unaligned –
Reliving the tilted dreams in your head that you can’t remember
Film on paper, of intersections with sinistral rotations –
Puncturing symmetrical contours of my living religion
This caffeinated cathedral arcs over city; Metal and rust, concrete and dust, chatter and hush…
Times dreams ride the ferris wheel; You can hear their voices expiring out in the choppy sound

So I caught the crosscurrent East of Seattle
Clinical exfoliation punching away the grey
Moldy brick road drying out in the dessert, toad lily, lilacs and sagebrush kiss my cheeks –
Dance beneath a scorching sun lathering tulle, confetti clouds
Long hair swinging round beneath fresh cactus and I hear a sound
And realize that I’m laughing…
Mint fields caressing strawberry hills bordered by dogwoods; Solstice velvet pink snow-petals twirling down
And moist, hot summer nights, windowsill by candlelight –
Words resonating through invisible portals, sliding down space and time, caressing us
Eventually calling you mine

Adobe moon-shadow dancing on fire mountain, captivating eyes
Beaded prayer sticks swaying to the winds breathy sighs
Billowing smoke fingers feather braided onyx hair
Starshine illuminates tribal totems colliding with ravens, on citrus skin
River rocks, crowstone and moonstone beckon tonight
Sage songs on the warriors path of complications and deviations
Where he lingered, stumbled and fell –
Tripping the light fantastic into absinthe and mushroom devastations
To bury his raging at every vile incision –
Her lunatic tactics and tin man narcissism

You’re running wild in my yesterday
Recollections gleaning betrayal-anger that you couldn’t put down
Pain spitting glowing crimson coals
That I walked across barefoot and naïve
Because even your ancient scars were beautiful –
Although some bridges are simply better burned
So we grabbed a can of gasoline and one last time returned…

Incisions mend yet surface scars still chant like ghosts in trees at times, dressed in blue
Dandelion ligatures creep on the ground; Fill our heads with fossilized accelerants –
But it’s summer, get the hose and spray those spoiled bones out of the driveway
Into the sand to devour what once tasted like clover but then turned sour
Our faces turned to the desert breeze, gazing over the wall into valley dunes
Your graffiti-painted eyes, all of that spider web pain breathed into helium balloons
Parched and bleached goathead soil, tumbleweed rolling down the road
Has finally become, through trial of blood, bone and bile
Home

Atomic Number 13

September Solitude Seeking Sutured Seasons

You disturbed my dreams –
Leapt from their shadows like a feral, flaming beast, to become my beloved, wicked nightmare
Howling into the depths of my mind with your morbid, raging, brutal heart –
Your angelic face, turned West, with those obsidian eyes of savage destruction
You bound me to your violence, with that long, flowing hair –
Tethers I looked upon lovingly, that caressed my wrists, while the scissors lay rusting on the bedside table
You murmured poetic words of love
While scanning the horizon for honeyed, absinthe-coated, perfumed petals…
A trail leading you to your past mistakes and misfortunes –
Hollow, brittle, marrow-leeched bones in a sulphur field; What remained of an obscene Loves carcass
But, slithering among the tumbleweeds during the dust storms
A narcissistic shadow
Crouched, moping and pining beneath a monogrammed moon, in the atomic number 13 dead zone
Its foul breath blowing kisses laced with the past toward you, with the teasing lips of a whore
A relentless deluge of candied-graffiti declarations
Trailing poppy filaments to lull you into blissful illusions
Punch through the debris and collateral carnage left in your mind –
Incinerate our fragments before the moon gathered them, sewed them into one with silver thread
Baptized us in her ethereal, filigreed glaze…
And despite your sterilized love meted to me
With wilting forget-me-nots, smooth sheets and clandestine malengine –
Despite smelling that foul stench coming off of the West winds
Tasting its tang on your once clover-sweet skin…
I cannot consume enough of you to catch my breath, to drown this raging wildfire
I am a walking pathology, churning with worms and needles, rust and acid, hopelessness and melancholy
Her shadow swallowing mine –
I am visible in theory, invisible in reality
Deceit rests its hand upon my breast, clawing at my heart –
While she smugly smiles toward the moon where your devious eyes are cast
As your lips spew oddities into my ears –
Cracked porcelain Valentines spilling secrets –
Stained seconds…
I am your for-the-moment
I am my own-best-enemy
I’m working on my illness, but you feed my gnawing addictions –
Have become my precious affliction
Stumbling around in the dark on broken shards of love –
Poppied lies, barefoot fractures, slices and punctures
Your oxidized mathematical emotions –
Bound cold steel, broken, bent and burning
This relentless obscenity calibrated, wired into my veins
As Love…
Searing my soul, chloroform strangulation –
This trial by ordeal of which no lucid lover would want to be bound…
I hope that you leave my dreams before I choke on the pain in my mind
Drowning in the sour…
I get no mercy of death, only the suffering of dying
Wicked spell…
I might just trade Heaven for Hell