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Casting Hollow Precipices

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August 6, 2011

He nevertheless produced backdated “self-forgeries” both to profit from his earlier success, and as an act of revenge—retribution for the critical preference for his early work.

This is a post for the dVerse prompt on artist Giorgio de Chirico.

Casting Hollow Precipices (click to read the poem read)

Querulous forming bodies gesticulating
specious melancholy turns flickering ivy wilting bowers
casting hollow precipices of venial autophagy

jumping lascivious shelters along tantalizing downspouts
while frivolity and hope cavort
illuminated by broken serrated wine gardens

licking poisonous frills up vestments
of nouns arborous consuming limitless
Prussian blue snuffers frothing magnanimity

sliding deconstructed zoological gathers
while populating quips radiating aspect ratios
lined parallax of jinxes or bemoaning victorious

tumbled traits unconscious on smothered nauseous florid grandiosity
bailing sensitive assurances with galloping crowns gilded
hampering flotillas of bawdy helium didactic formal art perched

dying in vitriolic plumes of xeric tomes unending

Tags: experimental poetry, poetry

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Enraptured Subtleties Caressing

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July 17, 2011

Photo credit: Rosie Hardy

Enraptured Subtleties Caressing MP3 (click on this link to hear the poem read)

Calligraphic signifiers rouse masterful enumerators
while language seduces inscribed astral bodies
with pneuma piqued by enraptured subtleties caressing phosphorus membranes
upon tetrahedral ascetics performing ignoble traversals over Gaussian eliminations
filled with fatuous genuflections

meanwhile bold succulent hedonists nuzzle watchful questioning contrarians
into a tremulous daring surrender
jousting firm convictions encircled by kyriarchy
infatuated with a once pellucid order blown apart in the mysterium tremendum
that whispers bouquets of adoration and certitude unending

concede merge meld
suck wonder and lyrical promises
floating in ephemeral delirium
buoyed by shocking avidity penultimate
wrapped in desirous glowing sensual unraveling

Tags: experimental poetry, poetry

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