Welcome to Cerulean Nocturne, an experimental poetry blog. You will find manual writings of invented language here. Delve in and undergo a journey behind the oblique mask of formality. Discover brand new forms of poetry. Associate your own hidden meaning from these Rorschach texts. Dare to plumb the depths. (Awl poured seas sub decked to pain and coffee rights belong exhumed and free circa twenty fifteen to the Scribblenaught.) Winsome tale. Luzum mind.

March 2, 2005

DRUNKEN SONG




...There was A book A life A stolen wife
A seed A disease Some nectar
A crook a knife a stab of strife
You bleed from a slice in your neck, sir

You're hooked the knife was stain'd w/tripe
I believe you'll suffer infection
A rare malady where your flesh turns to cheese
and you no longer get an erection,

there was a book! A life!, etc.






EN SERE DU NON TREN







und aren ysioud caryn staync
prou draidn dour unden craive
swaiete entrious greoun hinter
staver into widder shuntin
stikkun sprouters claren huosen
troyden suffrin toadsy surien
carfully hasten rivin ladir
intranse un vestige dayeder