A Gourmand for the Earthly Tapestry

“HSELF RIEHT ROF” A new wine flows from the casks In the catacombs of our dreams So spake the effigy adorning the mask of comedy Their wounds salted raw Like the remnants of their salted earth Washed clean by a cleansing rain From lightning strikes with scorn Hung, drawn, quartered Oh old Diabolic necromancies ...but this armor was tainted by indecisions Ghosts of my haunting past Returning to collect the usury “Feeling like the beautiful devolved into the pitiful, as I look upon the moon and stars. Is this disillusionment? My second guesses compound with the wounded picture in front of me. Salting the scars with your venom as a memento of a rotten life. Dawn has painted a miasmic green, and the glade fell into a dreamy sleep...the indigo-hued cock croons, not realizing it’s quarter past noon.” It takes two to tango with tangerines And my fresh memories hang on clothespins Retired to the countryside I contemplate: In a way I am unrepentant In another, engulfed in remorse Punk is putrefied, scabbed is its demise A love I could never forget, Determined to keep in a locket Close to my blackened heart (Otherwise) Disillusioned and torn apart Reflections...reflections... Recollections...recollections... Heavy downpour over me. Beginning to see a Pyrrhic victory. I hunger for what lies beyond For a gourmand for the earthly tapestry. Aspirations...contemplations... Elucidations...realizations... Man’s obliteration...ceased in the fire (Ceasefire...) Before...A new paragon. The mind forever short of satiation.