Clean Slate
So f— Shakespeare anyway.And the Hell with Hemingway.Who needs Frost?I think for myself,Because I am an artist.A clean slate.No influences.A genius.I write because I am compelled by God,To enlighten the wretched masses,With my cursive soul.Let all rejoice in my ambiance of proclivity!Ah, to be pure and provocative.My main thing is the book cover.The dazzle may […]
Thunder of Anarchy
It matters not,Of God and man,The rituals of store bought piety,Lounge lizard hypocrisy,The ipso facto conflagrations of bystander logic,The truculent, Sacrificial rumination’s,Of kinetic Socratic inference.If sabres cross And guns of vengeance,Hasten the fall of social equity,Requite shall be the thunder of anarchy. – Sinz
Installment Plan Justice
The top is cluttered with remonstrations,Followed by floaters of installment plan justice,Postulate, integrate, suffocate.Who’s running this zoo? – Sinz
Dying Bullfrog Epiphany
The inanity of vanity is clarified in the slumbering silence of a dying bullfrog. – Esinz
One More Night, No Place to Go
A train,Pulled out,Of the station,A long time ago,The passengers,With names,And souls.Down the track,To the illusion, Of life that we know,One more night,No place to go.I’m just smokin,An jokin,Drinkin an thinkin,Trying to make sense,Of nothin at all,Cause there’s,Lonely people dying,Happy people cryin,We’re all just trying, To get back home. – Sinz
Catch as Catch Can
When the crowd gets loud,I get quiet,Not because of some cathartic, enigmatic,social statement,But because I can hear the voices, Shooting through each other,No depth of cause,No handshake awareness,Like a factory filled with heavy machines,Stamping out time’s orders,I can then fully become aware,Of my futile embellishments,My structural to-do lists,That amalgamate nothing,Yet the sincerity is tangible,The alacrity of purpose,Presupposes […]
Last Laugh
Time moves on,And settles down into a river,Somewhere,Ne’er to be found,And languishes in the dark mask,Of ambiguity,The portent of power, The rip tide of ambivalence,The dresser drawer that squeaks,The sad clown,That always gets the last laugh. – Sinz
Rembrandt of Dialectic Composure
Satiated arrogance,Recriminated obsolescence,Asphyxiated hieroglyphs,Intangible autocratic dissolution,The Rembrandt of dialectic composure,Erased letterheads, Lined pockets of empty salutations,Conjectures of noblesse Obligations to stalwart dignitaries,The rage to pain logic of aristocratic empowerment, The children of requiem’s endowment. – Sinz
The Back and Forth of Never and Forever
The dusk of romance,That seedless flower, Of a cherished moment,The back and forth, Of never and forever, The subtle joust, Of whispers that foretell, The folly of innocence, The quiet of resolve,Forever’s end.The dusk of romance. – Sinz
The Truth of Two Lies
Trespass immortality,The requested endowment, Of satiated retribution,Is inclement cohesion,To meander,Through the juxtaposition, Of inert perplexity,To elevate the soulless condition, Leaving only,The duality of mesmerized irony,The truth of two lies. – Sinz