"LUNAR ANTIDOTE"

Two poems from September-October of 2023.

SOLVE

it is often a difficult matter to misdirect the effusive tides of vocabulary
a flushing open dam misarranged misaligned misrealised
all kinds of floodwaters seeping into the sky, momentum maintained momentarily
dechlorinated thoughts tend to spark poison in the eyes
turn lachrymal tattered and burnt
that is my psychedelic command and i desire nothing more
the desire of a particle
antegargantuan
minisculed
shrunk
.
:
;
a simple plink
a dyestain on the horizon
the catgut of the soul plucked
growing and growing and growing
it only takes three steps
one two one, rerealised
that is how a stream forms
through pebbles and their waterborne nails
clumps of dots
impressionist coagulation
a warbled weaving of reverberations
warped and wefted awake
they fall
and become ingrown into the horizon

COAGULA

i want so much more than this charade of conversation
where you fail to branch out
and i fail to branch both outward and inward
your own expectation that you've imposed upon me

digested and inherited
disgusted and incomplete
the corpus never sleeps

i bite my own wounds until
the fresh flesh grazing
returns a more valiant pain
glazed onto me
never upon you

me as a figure beneath you
genuflecting
i have a distance in me that will never be satisfied
me as a figure beneath you
scratches ————————————————

open marrow attracts greater fish
than lonesome scabbing left to rot on one’s body
my body
silently ravaged
i know of this
memorised in cant by the side of the tripod
i can never speak of such small fatigues aloud

we’re locked in this cyclic haze where nothing gets said
and we simply pass out
the old world anoxious

as i feel it push upon my eyelids
tourniqueting the remains now
transcendental ——————————————
gritted in the teeth, perhaps
i wonder something i have always wondered
even before disaster reared its head

once the smoke passes
will i awaken, or will it be you?