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 seventeen to the Scribblenaught.) Winsome tale. Luzum mind.

July 15, 2008


in spite of rips present
&nbsp the priest tries each sip
&nbsp&nbsp steeped in sin
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp from the steinpire
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp of serpent spirit
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp after the pristine
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp rites of the trip
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp had stirred the ripe
&nbsp&nbsp siren to strip
&nbsp he rises from rest
to enter the present