in red illusion

buried
in red
illusion

in the anthropomorphism
of ginger youth

in the great convulsion of beauty
affliction mirror fountain and edge

in dense mist of light
waiting for events
to dissolve

in
truest
red illusion

a hum
emerging

like hot laughter

from the frozen
fields of ego

 

 

 

if there were

If there were something
to unify
I’d build a bridge
between partial reality
and the wholeness of nirvana;
had there been
something to rescue
I’d make an ark
from the planks of essence,
letting in, one by one, the species
of the invisible –
if there were something
with purpose
I’d carry it on my shoulders
till I could set it free
in a new meadow of illusion; –

if only there
were there something
other than me
around here.

 

Nihilistic Poetry Blog

portals

Portal cathedral

I came for the evening

the portico

and the shade of cathedrals

 

         —-

 

            a dialogue

with a candle

            and

the riddle of smoke

 

           —-

 

a flicker

the effortless certainly

that I’ll never

wake up from the ambiguous

 

            —-

 

I came for the rust

and the leaves of autumn

            perhaps

 

 

 

of the miniscule

Eternal doubt

take some

seed

of

the

noise

steal a

sky

from the

clouded            silence

trace

the

color

of this         fictitious

            birth

engrave

the

nail of death

in the blood

                                                  of fear

collect

the

 honey

like a

bee of

       queenless nights

measure

the eye

and taste the

tongue

of the eternal

nectarous

  DOUBT.

Nihilistic Poetry