Eriatarka's blog: "Writings"

Within the veins of capillaries coalesce,
a surge of inferences stuns my central operating system,
systematically stemming my siege, in vain
overthrow, under through,
and thrown out the facade of those who sought before me
out of sight, out of mind, scent of theology;

Themes tame the very hollow
shackle the grapple and tackle the shame,
the sane create the maze
sink what may follow.

Into your fantasies and fashion my fence
with disdained dissonance, obtain the outliers,
desire is the fire to our destructive sense.
With out defense, we retreat.

T-Minus ten seconds and counting,
shouting as the trip wires kiss our feet.

Crack the bell curve for what data was not served.
And find it is I who stood in fractions observed.
The factor is, me; you remember me.
I fractured the tick that time can't mend
between the tocks of clocks,
rocks slung in its very mechanism

Clogged the cogs of history,
churning the turns of mystery
hug the rungs of a tipping ladder;
I've flattened a world with branches in its spokes-
splattered.

Spoken verbs of broken words, as to change the course
Screaming through my lungs until my voice was hoarse.
Echolalia mimics your basic bypass, with none to pass this barrier.
Impale me with the tourniquet to heal my swollen vessels-
hysteria.

Plaqued and placid.
Flaccid attempts at virginal blue blood bled
exposed to oxygen. It all turns to red.
I'm drowning in my fecal again,
and find new torque in fickle torture,
torso torched, tapered at the lungs.

My tongue lunges a hunger equipped,
venom spit, blitzkrieg on softened siege
breathe bleached rocks of rubble
from beach castles, melted by the sea.
To flee past the current and into the deep,
deep inside the sleeping iris
I do see,
the reef is out of reach.
The tangled hide of coral corrode
the rose gardens drowned beneath.

Lease of eviction, our souls homeless.
Boneless, the spinal fracture amputates
the texture of its own architecture.
Amputechture, reckless texts
abstract the mess,
blessed only in its form
deformed by formalities, abnormalities.
Tapestries now truncate the limbs in slings.
and so I begin again to drift along the planks of the free
as I did when I was a child-
Bold and with a new sense of me.