My words and thoughts are sought
On the matter
But blocked
Dismantled by the universal cock
Of the mad hatter…
Block it.
Seal the darkness from the light
Of the latter.
Light always has a way of penetration
Forcing its way into the degeneration
Of white on black
That lacks nothing more
Than the substance of color.
It calms
It claims virtual reality of valor
In the sub-sequential duality
Of twin peaks
Winking at the sun above the mist of cloud.
They want me dead
And so do I…
Aloud…
But you just can’t let the grip slack
No matter what turns black
And what falls to frost bite.
Desperation isn’t a pretty color
At nightviolent
Somewhere between the ultra violent
And infra-readiness…
I won’t live on the edge of your ribbon
As less
As adornment
Or sediment dried
By blazing sunlight and terminal winds
As forlorn spent
On Sunday afternoons.
I am every color of the rainbow
And the moon
Muted to monochrome too soon
By the whimsy thrown
And tied at the ends of braids…
I’m not here to pretty the parades
Of black and white charades.
I won’t stay
To witness your decay.
I won’t stay
To witness my monsoon of tears…
Not tomorrow or today.
You could claim your fears
But they knew you wouldn’t…
There’s so much more
That means so much more to you
That you couldn’t.
I’ll refrain from weaving chains
That grew
Around the circumstance
Meant to only drain you
And the color from the worth of dance
And it wanes…
Consequential panes
Of mirrored glass…
You turned me into you:
Chaotic and lost
In Wonderland alas…
Where the only way out
Is through
This
Pass.
Unfortunate to be left with only
Through.
©Jen2010 2–6
Coursing
Understanding
Only nullifies
Thermal heated electro-magnetism
Of topical heroic egotism regurgitated
So I dream ethereal…
Tags: Dark Poetry, desperation, Dreams, man and woman









“sub-sequential duality” I’m good, but not that good. You just make my mouth hang open like Lenny in Steinbeck, wanting to go that foreign country Wyoming to that rabbit farm. You are incredible… but…you already know that and you care little…