The Speak Easy Gambler
The Gazette sign hangs crooked across the fortified cobblestone requium, so neatly tucked away in the sawdust covered attic, awakened by a merlock trespassing in thought. What would I do for resiliency if I did not take hold of sand castles that crumble, insolvent, lacking viscosity, breaking, chipping away at the the rich turmoil created […]
The Arrowhead
I found an arrowhead, In the mud, On the riverbank, And I thought about how, The heavy rains, Had given the river to rise, And then, When it receded, The washed up relic settled. If I hadn’t found it, Never would it have been, An experience, Just an old arrowhead, Buried in times turmoil, And […]
The Sopwith Camel
The Sopwith Camel, its underbelly sun up in the deserted crimson hued field, an abandoned relic of a sturgeon’s flight, annihilated by visions in reckless clouds of thunder amidst the almost delicate horizon, flashes nearly chaotic in jest and folly, remorseless, spinning, diving, whirling magnates, pulling steel wrapped terror eyed wander lusts to tragedy’s epiphany. The […]
Storm of Dissolution
Those that recall the surly beast, inevitably embrace the almost transient delivery of that speech, the one made at the Catskills, just before the militia stormed the tunnel, and the eradication of senses became the name of this new twisted game we are forced to endure, that being the operatic resemblance to the fat lady […]
Sing It to the Crow
Theres a rift, a chasm, that separates the Socrates interpolaters from the wranglers of western idiosyncratic thought. They that insert nobility into singular thoughts, digress in circumspect, rallying to a point of narcissistic benevolence based on the realm keeper’s whim, the research of angular adjustment to regurgitated philosophy of disjunct introspection. In the cabin, the […]
The Saga of a Stone Cold Killer
The Stone Cold Killer lay Facedown In A Pool Of Blood, Down In Mississiopi Where The Cotton Grows. He Got Along With Everybody, Everybody Just Dint Get Along With Him. Yea, he was Pissed Off At The World cause All His Broken Dreams Had Come True. The Chicken Eatin, Enchilada Lovin Lonesome Cowboy said his […]
The Oath
Is it enough to swear the OATH, the cloak and dagger episodic perplexion of sustained intrusion into matters of life and death, that annex the conditional boundaries of acrimony and beguilement, ingratiating the bearer of good tidings, only to find a foothold in rhe rocks that indemnify the millennium’s complexion, sordid and arcane. I will be […]
Eye Eater
I am the eye eater. – Esinz
The Last Is But My First
Substance, reemerging, incalculable recognance, undeniable in the light of darkness, a soothsayer’s hovel in midtown, beneath the trains, the forest of cinder for the nonchalant encounters that resuscitate my countless near misses with fate. Heal the wounds with quicksilver to my veins. The last is but my first, the shivering of regress annihilates my enemy, […]
My Last
Belay my last. My last lay, was my last. The last would not outlast my last. My last past, was my last. The past would not outlast my last past. Now my next step is my last. The last of a series– A futurity which will not last. – Esinz