Sunday, February 8, 2009

Incontinent meaning

Eloquence pays no dividends to the cautious employer
Shaky hands fumble with gilded possibility
Tumbling and turbulent trepidation
Tempting assonance and tangling tangibility
Slipped concentration consternation profuse and profane
I disdain this addiction, affliction to persist with predictability

Poorer prelude for their demands and my answers
My fawning sycophantic appeasement
Hollow words adorned with tangled, sordid curios
A pale, bejewelled cutthroat carving stanzas
Cackled and corrosive, precious desolation, bless’d disfiguring of profane verse

Sacrilege heaped on worthy altars
Numinous imagery, illuminating incompetent applications
Effort filled futility, ability falling flat; (if it made an appearance)
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Cavalier bone-maidens
Ashen footed javelined runners
And the incorrigible tendencies for bellicose pretensions

Crisply parched waving of marrow-throated grasses
Phalanx packed plains pressed to the winds breast
Collective nestling, nudging pursed drought flowers

Marshalling their spearing thrusts
Bastion of shielding shelters
Arms upon arms grasping righteous ire
Stoking the fire of white hot blind fury

Muddied marks of the nemesis
Indistinct effigies rally blood-lusty creeds
Ensuring assailants, resuscitating coffers
Fill pockets with sanguineous refuse

Shove and siphon wild young souls
To fields maroon taint and voracious
Places placated only with bitter bodies’ spirits
Land lousy, awash with chaotic

Pierced ambitions, slashed and torn lives
Pensively expectant households gone dead with tension
Knotted hands wrung to sleep, empty, frozen

Empty, strewn alabaster corpses
Stuck and bled, spread across, jammed
Generous portions, murder jigsaw
Packed together in finality

Beautiful gore, bursting profitable
From graves blossoms of coinage
Flowerings plucked, patronage for the patriarchy

Slaughter for the dividends
Pay with cut-char flesh
Bloat the war chest for their ends
And burn ourselves dead fresh

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Perfection in verse straddles the border of poetry and precision

1 comment:

  1. I really like the section that goes

    "Tumbling and turbulent trepidation
    Tempting assonance and tangling tangibility
    Slipped concentration consternation profuse and profane"

    I love how you play with sounds

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