The Mercury
The Mercury, that vestibule of recrimination, now mauls my brain at night, formulating tinctures of bayou hue and frothing moss sinews. The light from a cigarette flickering in the windshield, the quiet trespass through immersion in time’s capitulation, on a blackLouisiana backroad, the shadows of evil surge by, relentless domicile of quandary for this ingot’s […]
Everything and Time
Everything takes time. But, sooner or later, time takes everything. – Sinz
Ancient Rhymes on Silver Chalice
Of men, held to trust in ancient rhymes on silver chalice, beheld of contempt, forsaking immersion in sacrament, few knew truth, and fewer sought it. – Sinz
Convivial Reticence
Reluctant to adhere to the seemingly void preconceptions of solvency over emancipation, the freedom caliper sustains the import of reconciliation to the ravenous vitrol of sociometamorphosis, relaying so-called autonomic denunciations of character over pin head fibers trickling negotiationsand superfluous inflections of theoretical anialations of conceptual fortidude. Thus, dear Tremont, guard the terrace with convivial reticence, […]
Hot Legs Paulie
Cooked up a kettle a beans Peeled me an onion Fried some collard greens Got my 45 sittin on the table Man I’m mean I’m a lean machine Been two years And I’m still around All my neighbors Are in the ground But I found I kinda like the sound Of what’s goin down I’m […]
Sweetness Curtailed
The sweetness of the moment is curtailed by the bitter truth. For some are saved from wretched storms, while multitudes perish. Vigilance and armour fall to the side, as fate leads the battle weary to destiny.- Sinz
The Paradigm of Purgatory
Estuary, I ask you. “Why does only the corsair fly in even air, a cavalier, an expedient that rails in circumspect, aloof, neath the hollow sky”? I recall the sip of ray that burst through that meadow’s loft, incarcerated in dew’s drift on a blood horizon. I could sift through the tangent trails, but I […]
Gruuhh
Gruuhh faa serhh ta aaruhh ieyahh wahh sahh eyahh tooahh gratahh – yaahhhh! – Esinz (caveman)
The Sayers of Cities
To whom do I owe the pleasure? The scarlet sky that bounces a dreamy surface beam across eons of sombulant nectar cups of solar dust, exploding to form shadows that mesmerise, like rhymes in sand, transparent as fields in languid corners of never seen footpaths, meandering halos of fallen dragons? Does the Moss Owl swoop […]
The Sword of Caesar
I personally don’t mind, or care, If a triangle is round or square. There’ll be no justice in this land, That will bar me from my predicta non verba. Nor will the prophets gaze any less intrepid, at the stars in the hemisphere. I find I’ve lost my vertigo reproach, when identifying a silver tongue, for the […]