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.

December 26, 2010

COFFEE
CLINKERS

in brewer hauser
white in toning
cletchon singar
draften noseng

farthom tyosk
trunn sumfaling
guten hymer win
some falling

doer over on
a trysomme
bunted fortha
neckxst duer

flice acyzt
treasert beanth
corrguled ruince
stormun flee ants


THE BLACK SPOT


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
onto parchment
less magnetized
than dust.

As such, left
in minds
to rust.









sl
reaching
for a bluer
crimson,
writing
with a
quill



MOSAIC


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
labyrinthine egg

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