Poem : Flowers of Fume

It is a grim gloom garrison flower It is a gory gauge of flesh and fume It is a spell of sorrow and sordid seams It is a sacred seam of silent spectacles It is a broken bliss of binary beagles It is a nascent nose for numismatics It is burning all the olives from […]

Poem : Rains and Rivets

It is raining from the day of tillings It is raining till the tale of trochoids It is raining from the orifice of oceans It is raining for the orchids of occults It is raining from the fathom of foci It is raining from the rivet of racoons It is raining from the rupture of […]

Poem : Byronic Pyre

Every pyre has a Byronic Irony Every prism has a primate prairie Every canary has a candle cave Even the fig fox called him Byronic Brilliant, Benign, Brightest When he wanted to become the magnate He cannot dodge the money machines He cannot dodge the mid day magic He cannot delude the madrigal myths When […]

Poem : Synthesis of a Sphinx

Oracles, occults, and opaque omens They run through its blood and beams Oracles, they are the entropies of an ensemble Oracles, they are the ellipsis of an ephemeral Occults, they are the vaults of an ocular culture Occults, they are the ruptures of a vulture coast Omens, they are mooring for the nemesis Omens, they […]

Poem : Interrogation of an Irrational Intelligence

Oh, big bard, Why do you circle around the word? Oh, wordsmith, why do you circle around the word? Oh, verse viking, why do you circle around the word? Is there a grave gruesome gravity in your lenses and gazes? Oh gargantuan gaze, why do gravitate towards miseries, mazes and misfits? Is it propelled by […]

Poem : Warps and Wraps of a Worm

A worm is alive ahead of its wrinkles It is a worm waging wars with waters Wrinkles that wind its whispers and wheels It is working with wicked warps of time Warps that wakes up at the whisker of wind Wraps that waggle around its wrinkled weather It was searching for lost times till yesterday […]

Poem : Riddles & Rivets

Riddles, I have them hid Hidden horses, harking masses Riddles, I have them red Hidden castles, molten caves Riddles, I have bleed them red Hidden shades, hoisted flags Riddles, I have read them red Hidden spells, hue of serpents Riddles, I have bred them red Hidden harvest, humid deserts Riddles, I have allowed them breed […]

Poem : Morning Spells of a Worker Bee

Around three AM, he is awakeUphill, upon a solitaire gameLoving the heat of his sweatThe distance whispers of his honey queenThe nearness of the morning howlsThe mistakes and lazy gaze at the paining fingerThe smiling mirror in his fuming eyesThe smiling lips in his coupled mirrorsThe worker bee is dividing his bloodOne for his sweat […]