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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.
December 26, 2010
Thickly agglomerated oases
in curved, rib-refracted light
puddle the trombone-gold quill-tip
reflecting a slightly bent
quickslipping, vanishing view
of the words receding
in the rearview mirrored.
A well, fuming open
and re-inserted into
for the talon's pointing finger
to draw from (the sap it bleeds
is lain out in exact patterns)
and from which a conspiracy
is slowly drawn, by the slow
pulling of a plunger.
Finds its way to the heart
(being detoured to a delta)
and left to dry out
As such, left
for a bluer
A metamorphic continuum melt
shuffling down you go to the icicle
shop riding around the chopping block
king of the merry go stop in a sand pit
there is a day out in a lane farthest over
the secret city Myrica of the chrysaline
wind Syntax, the open secret, the extra
terrestrial samaritan called a doctor quick
and seperated the black lift from the abrupt
preceding rains that unfold
across the mirrored underside
of a house's lid. One row falls.
Smooth talking you call him--?
Whose lilting verse held hypnotized
generations of blood-grown lines?
held root their suckling mouth
to the sharpened tip of a talon dipped
in a black cephalic victual
the dark side of thy lacine
scares a murder of crows
from a sunset's corroded agent
when the world falls in a vulture's
shadow a bitter chrysanthemutation
unfolds moth-pinned, an angel
opening its wildflower heart
August 29, 2010
Esau wuld tryda tell that azye camehithuren yondersome
quonting the dawne, "Woulds't thou sands of yews greene
ovyer atrewsummoning riverwards of another's recented
anttagular instrew meant allyed tinticularism."
Before stareback could rootsink, I swelled up an answerve.
Waved look away as if a moth had bothered. "Goan sourd."
He took the meaning even if he didn't quiter undercrouch it.
Horizon relatively quavered, overed into golden spillages.
"Gown swurd" was all that croaked from the warbicular
throat ensconcerelled, as it were, quite right in the light
of night dimming through photosolar shuttling
of a woven winkfest slipping and folding open,
then blotting out closed the plumbshine.
A massfront of slippence inning
particulinarily as unfelt mist wandered
through in constant passing orbit heating up
the twilit leftovers of a slowburned radio
shunning from half forgotten lives whose voicest
ensnared, earned an immediate release into crumbling.
As a cloud mouths across whatever colorless sky,
Ie was here for yourn to dew or die, so why O why
is yourse still alive, ayestress on a waiting table
turning in the morning gyre, completence off a starwunk
struck a beaming neutron sun.
August 28, 2010
Ink christened, my hands wield once
again sinewed patterns from the shallows
of my paper head. And my papyrus eyes
unfan a golden ring about everything.
Outside this platelet I am within
humtrapped god's poison bell slowly
dissolves over the passing pastures,
twinning the most perfect machines
over reservoirs of antidote.
The care with which I build
my apathy towards your comprehension
outstaggers the crushed diamonds
of your eyes.
Sacretinous minionions assemblathered
togetherion, ofthen commingulous witheredear
inruin networkings instride towardeach
othereaching paralingerums, ensconsing
warbiculous tremordes encrysted unto par
ticulates, andun dressment isovert lyachieved
undra ewilfulness tingstricken frumthacurd,
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