FOR FRIGHT OF FLIGHT

WHICH SO HARD FOR I HAD JUST FOUGHT

INTO FRUITION

THIS FORT

HAS JUST FORFEITED 

FROM FACTORS

UNBEKNOWN

HENCEFORTH IS THUS REALITY

BE CALLED IT MIGHT AS WELL

IF NOW TO ME IT SHOULD SO TEND

TO TORTURE

AS FRESH AS DEW

WHO IS ENTITLED TO PITY

THOSE FACES

IN THE ASSEMBLY TOGETHER THAT FORMERLY PRETTY 

ARE NOW IN PAIN

PLEADING SPIRITEDLY WITHIN 

THESE CRIPPLING PREMISES

HOUSING PLEATING SKIN, SPECIFICALLY THEIRS 

SAGGING SACKS OF HONEY

RIPE FOR THE PICKING

GUSH OFF

CLIFF FACES OF THE INTERNATIONAL HUMAN SPECIES

WHOSE MOUTHS ARE MIMICRY’S MOCKERY

WILTING THEIR WILL

WHERE WORDS 

ARE THERAPY 

THEIR CREVICES, FLAKING LIKE FISH

EACH CRAVING

EVEN IF

AN OUNCE OF MERCY ARE TO BE WITNESSED TATTERED OFF

THEIR FRAMES

OF FLESH

ARE DYING

TICKING MINUTES

BY THE CELL

BUBBLING LIKE A POCKET OF LAVA MIGHT

DESPITE

THE ABSENCE OF DEATH

FOR ETERNITY COULD ONLY SUFFER

LIKE THIS

IN THE ABYSS

WHERE THE GRASS NEVER GREEN ISN’T GROWN

NEVERTHELESS, THEY WILL

UNLESS

OR UNTIL

UNLOOSENED FROM: THE PRESENT

HOWEVER DAMNED 

TO FORGE FORTH

THEIR PATH

AND FOREVER LAST, UNANIMOUSLY

THEY MIGHT

FOREVER AND MORE, PRETTY AGAIN

THEIR FACES

RESTORED, THUS, THEY ALL REJOICE 

RETIRE REJUVENATED, THEN, IN THE PAST, THEY DWELT

JUST AS

TIRELESSLY, TIMELESSLY, TRAILBLAZING TRAVELLERS

AVOID in THE WILDERNESS

Whether in an interval of one’s reticence or an absence of one’s retaliation thereof

Echoing in one’s dystopian paradise

Blue and green where willing one could hear from within: sincere admissions 

Urgent grievances that lament forth from her

Henceforth thou: a peony who doth radiate

Under the sun’s colossal beams whose fluorescent spears

Encompass the Earth

As if the tentacles of an utmost compassionate being 

Thou are such the very being above-cited whose delightful musk suspends

Mid-air

Emits a halo enclosing thy entity, entirely

Thy fluffy petals

Pigmented hues of pink

Unfurl religiously, like ribbons, from inside thy organs out 

Till exhibiting thy bud of nectar

Divine a button sown inside thy belly bursts at thy zealous seams

Thy outskirts of robust life

Ever-giving, thy plush little cushion

On which a bee bumbling by resorts to land her rear upon

Thereby a gregarious impostor-turned-occupant she becomes within thy premises 

To relinquish thy bloated breadbasket

Thou offer thy throne as though a pre-planned plight 

Thy compassion is that which persists a void in human civilisation

Thy belly is thus rendered public property

A hotspot for the bee

Who ought to hectic away

Slurps from thy holy well

 

In which thy sauce dwells, of which no human being, who even if perceiving of himself

Sunnier than the sky 

Could elsewhere source not

Thy syrup

Regardless, oblivious

Delirious whilst blasting Dean Martin’s That’s Amore (Remastered)

He frolics along, aloud, like a child cheering on the recess bell

And you’ll sing, ‘Vita bella’ (vita bella, vitta bella)

The landlord-turned-artist – lacking only a grenade – hacks at thy crumpet

Ting-a-ling-a-ling… ting-a-ling-a-ling… ting-a-ling-a-ling… that’s amore!

Thus, thrice he proceeds internalising: ‘Treacherous a trespasser!’

A venery: he curses at thy settlement as if a weed

Superfluous a sight in the scenery of his garth therefore

No more the surplus of a blade of grass, thou are, that his mower needs devour

His autocratic motor obliterates thy self-esteem

Such that a leaf from thou

Yellowing 

Till yellowed

Yields at his feet

Hearts will play tippy-tippy-tay… tippy-tippy-tay…

Alas! Egad, thy leaf dishevels in defeat

Surrenders atop the soil soaked in chemicals surrounding thyself

Natheless, thy bush whose branches wherefrom she had cascaded, anticipates more still

Of her atrophy, successively gulps

Through root and trunk 

Through limb and knuckle, an expulsion from thy decaying leaf whence Nature

Be it spoilt or not, self-nourishes herself on instinct

Her degradation plagues not anyone

Rather, recast as humus, doth replenish the Earth at once

 

What even instigates the upheaval

Of the mysterious brain of a mortal being on the contrary that a cloud could therein

Manifest itself 

Inside his fervent fanes, flaring with thunder

Craving orison for only prayers could repair the adversity in the wilderness

Voicing verses for Nature versus his chanting

Reverberates upstairs; 

In the walnut ward; the walls of flesh

That scaffold humanity’s fogged-up dogma, scarcely contrived of thoughtfully, evidently

A cloud, if birthed by the sky

Must evaporate forsooth, as per the laws of quintessential Life

Yet, if within a ward a cloud is conceived

It seldom does…

Thus is man’s smog of catastrophe

Forfending Nature’s natural course

Could never negotiate with Earth’s ecosystems fruitfully in the prevalence of:

His pride

Wracking his brain, his forecast repudiates compromise

Over time, in its exacerbation

Hereat extinction is, inevitably, nigh

Neither in the Animal Kingdom, nor beyond, never an alternative reality realises itself

The sovereignty of a scapegrace reigns

When flourished unchecked

Leaves the Flora and Fauna aforementioned but scapegoats

Of the monstrosity of man’s ego – man’s upper hand forever too proud to unhand its

Prey; thence They, though so crucial to his survival

Lie at the mercy of his weathered psychology

THE FINALE, OR FIN

INTO ITS ENTRAPMENT

THE FISH IN ITS ENCLOSURE

COULD NOT HAVE SWAM ANY DEEPER

WITH REGRET NOT

ERGO

IT OUGHT STILL TO SWIM STRAIGHT

HOWEVER WHICH WAY

ITS FINS, FLAPPING 

DECIDE TO FLIP AGAINST

THE WATERS HOUSING WORRYING 

WARMTH

WHEREIN 

FEROCIOUSLY SURFACING

FLAWS THAT

DO BREW

BUBBLES PEBBLING 

THE PRISTINE MIRROR

FAÇADE OF A SCENERY 

FORGED PEACEFULLY

BY ITS PARTICIPANTS’ POSITIONINGS

APPEARING ASSEMBLED VOLUNTARILY, ANYWAY

THE PROTAGONIST

SWIMMING WHOSE FIN

SINGULARLY

SLICES THE AIR

IF IT SO WISHES

COULD FIDDLE WITH THE FINGERS OF BYSTANDERS

INSIDE ITS MOUTH

WHO REMAIN JUST AS

THE:

ONLOOKERS,

ONLOOKING,

WONDERING

ALL ALONE, AWAY THEMSELVES

WHAT ON EARTH

BREATHES BELOW 

THEIR REFLECTION BEYOND

DISSEMINATION OF A BLOODY TABOO

WHEREFROM THE WIND DOTH SLAUGHTER

IN ORDER TO OUTWIT THE WILDERNESS

THE WISTERIA KNOWS

IT OUGHT

TO DRAW ON ITS STRONGEST INSTINCTS

SO AS TO WITHSTAND THE MOTHER’S STORMS

WHOSE VISITATIONS ARE UNFORESEEABLE, ALBEIT DEADLY

IN ACTUALITY

IT THEREFORE ENSURES 

ITS ACTS

EVER CAUTIOUS ARE IN ACCORDANCE

WITH THE UNPREDICTABILITY

IN ORDER TO PREVENT ITS REDUNDANCY 

JUST AS THE WRITER

WHO, ‘EMERGING’

OR OTHERWISE

WERE THEY KNOWLEDGEABLE OF HOW TO OUTPERFORM THEIR INDUSTRY

WOULD HURRY 

THEMSELVES TO WRITE 

WHAT OTHERS ORDINARILY COULDN’T

FOR IF THEY

THE WRITER

COULDN’T

THEY OUGHT TO ANTICIPATE THEN, BETTER IMMEDIATELY

THE SUFFOCATION OF WHICH

A HEALTHY TREE

WHO NORMALLY BREATHING AND BREEDING 

OTHERWISE IN THE WILDERNESS

SUBSEQUENTLY ENDURES ONCE A WISTERIA

WAGING A BLOODBATH

INTENDING

WANDERS BY ITS BRANCHES AND LIMBS

LATCHES ON

STRATEGICALLY

VINE AND ALL

HAS THUS HOWEVER

QUITE ABRUPTLY 

DOTH OVERTAKEN OF IT 

ENTIRELY;

THE SAID TREE’S ENTIRETY

THEREON

THENCE

CEASES 

TO 

BRE–

NOT IN THE LIGHTEST

I THRIVE 

IN THE DARK

BESIDE MY SHADOW

WHICH I CANNOT SEE

THUS NAÏVELY

FOR MATTERS OF LIFE AND ITS CESSATION A PLAY ON WORDS

OUGHT NOT BE TRIALLED

HOW MANY A MINE DOES IT TAKE TO ERADICATE

FOR ALWAYS

THE DARKNESS OF THE MIND

EVISCERATE PLEASE

THE OBLIVIOUS PORTION OF THE BRAIN

WHERE THUS IT REIGNS

COMPASSION IS THE RAREST QUALITY TO COME BY ETERNALLY

IN WARRIORS

EVERY WAKING MOMENT

IN A WAR 

IS WASTEFULLY SPENT

THAT IS WAGED

WHETHER WITH CASUALTY

OR WITHOUT

IS A WAR INTRINSICALLY EVIL OR IS IT ONE’S PARTICIPATION IN IT THAT RENDERS IT SO

AN EXECUTION OF MASS EXTINCTION

WHETHER BEYOND THE HARVEST OF LABORIOUS THOUGHT

OR WITHIN

PER INTENT

WHOLLY IS

THE MOULD ON ONE’S TONGUE

EVER GROWING

WHICH EAGER TO DRAW THE CARNAGE OF THE ADVERSARY

BLEEDS ITSELF A LONER

BEFORE A BATTLE DONE

COULD EVEN

COMMENCE EVER

THE AUDACITY OF RAGING EGO

PROVOKED BY DECEIT

WHEN IT DOES SUCCEED

SPRUCES THE QUARRY 

TO ONE’S VICTORY

WHICH INTANGIBLE

IT FLOWS

AS WHOLESOME AN ENTITY

THE TRAPPINGS OF WATERFALLS

BOASTFULLY THE ORATOR DULY PLEADS THROUGH ANECDOTAL ACCOUNT 

RECITATIONS OF ENTITLED BRAG

GLORIFY

AND THEREFORE EMPHASISE

THE DEFEAT

OF ALL THOSE

WITHOUT GLORY

AND THE GORE THEREOF

TO BE FROWNED UPON

WAR IS BY NO MEANS AN ART FORM

FOR THERE IS ENJOYMENT TO BE HAD IN THE LATTER

THAT WAR DOES NOT