In concert with the dimming sun
I rise to greet the day
Walk fast in joyous warmth
Under stars refrain
Heights of shadows coat the moon
Turning toward the ocean waves
In concert with the morning gloom
My heart now seems to fade
Bailey's Irish Cream, a delicacy
Perfect for old country relics, you see
Joe Biden would take a sip
Or an elongated nip
If it weren't for his 'white supremacy'
In the corner of my room,
you’ll find many a decentralizing delirium dust
Where my mind does consume,
peripheral visions of a malevolent distrust
Deprivations that entomb,
metabolic disturbances of cunning combust
Temporal lesions loom,
of psychotic disorders in a state of thriving thrust.
I see you but cannot touch,
thru nociceptive nightmares nurturing night
Hallucinogens that will crutch,
frantic neurons paleocortical penal plight
I feel you but cannot clutch,
a dimensional dementia in a demons fright
Denunciative delusions a monstrous much,
external images in fetal flight.
I sense you but cannot taste,
chemoreceptic catacombs of a pernicious smell
Stimuli distortions of waste,
proprioceptors penetrating the gates of hell
The love I give is displaced,
impalpable illusions within a condemned cell
The love received defaced,
from a schizophrenic defamatory defunctive dwell.
July.16.2020
Delirium Poetry
Sponsored by~
Kai Michael Neumann
N/A for contest
watching the world in mute with just the existence perfect black and white
3/13/2016
Poetry Contest : (monoku #9) write what you SEE or FEEL -
Sponsored by: Poet Destroyer A
water divides lands…
rainbow bridges us, you see
what it really mean?
When distance divides
What could have been there
Why does it matter?
Yet you maintain those feelings
Shove them in my face
And make me green with envy
Resentful of myself
And nothing more
Than those who take for granted
Your everyday presence