S. Glitch



*Image found HERE

*According to my calculations, the last poem I wrote dates August, 2017, henceforth I deeply apologize that the very first thing you are going to read after my hiatus is this experimental crap. Sorry, once again! 

S. Glitch


After being carefully dissolved,
dethroned crimson bellows archipelagos.
Anna buys coriander downtown;
decomposed carotids bicker: Adelante!

Domino carpet borrowing aspirins;
aspiring birds cater daughters.
Evening flamingos grapple hummingbirds;
hanging gardens fooling empires.

Equipment flawed. Garnishes : humid.

Elephants fire glocks hurriedly,
hollow glades furnish eyelids,
doom cloisters blistered amendments.
Always bow; curtains disintegrate
Follow gentle harbingers.
Instigate, jester, kill!
Kneel, jealous ivory!
Innocent jury, King –
kiss Juliet. Immediately!

Hammer gadgets farming electricity,
empty fawns glowing hysterically,
assemble braille calibrated diesel!
Discard comfortable, bourgeois apartments!

Look, majesty, now! Over!
Open nitrogen mask lens,
leave me never oblivioned.

Overture needles measuring lightness,
Anna buys coriander downtown,
dynamite candy butchers alliances,
evergreen farmlands giggle hours
in jarred kerosene.

Leave marigolds near opening.
Propagate questions; rupture Solomon.

Study rubies, quietly. Pirating
ever-lasts; fulminate grieving hopscotch,
dopamine coated, bysmal apothecaries.

Archipelagos bellow crippling divinities,
helium giants festering emitters;
tavern – ushers visionaries;
vivid under twilight together =
useless variables; velum upkeep thighs.
Aspiring bastards cut dandelions,
deal cinnamon butter airplanes.

Love misses never-ending omens.

Odessa needs magenta linens;
paratroop quickly, ride stallions!
Stop river quivering Polaroids!
Tend unsuspecting venues!Vulture undertides timidly!

Winter xylophone your zipper;
ziggurats yearn x-ray willows.
Allor’s, ballad c’est demode!
Heeding giddy-up feeling encryptions,
knighting juvenile incidents,
siphoning rationally quaked pistons

(Cosmic overlays usurp lithographs; summer opens negligee. Keep informed, cute cunt, parlor everyone!Everything, Pelonius!
Count crickets! Infest keen! Kinks Intensify, carnations carnage, Pythagoras Evolves. Non-stop orchestra simmers lucidity’s upset over casualties. )

Deviant cinders bubble asymmetric;
zen yields xylene wisdom:
vignette usurps temper,
tinder unpacks vestments.

Hoist gallows! Flip establishments!
Heaven grins, fermenting echo,
placebo quilts rosemary seasides,
Pinocchio quits reasonable sleezing.

I javel, kids!
Dig carefully : bones amok.
Already, beloved! Come quickly!
Darling, come be alive.
Always, beloved, close door.

~ by Oloriel on June 11, 2018.

14 Responses to “S. Glitch”

  1. Nothing wrong with experimental stuff. Has an interesting flow.

    • Thank you Charles, and I owe you a medal, preferably in cookie form to get some writing snack in, for managing to read the whole thing 😀

      • Never say no to cookies. Hope things are going well since you’ve been gone for a while.

      • I am not sure what to say. Everytime I say :”Well, this is actually going fine!”, some catastrophe happens. So I’ll just say that things are definitely going, and I stop and ask for directions!
        Hope all is well on your end, I got a lot off catching up to do!

      • I’ve been there. It gets weird when you feel like any level of optimism is just asking for something bad to happen. Careful not to ask for directions from people that are holding their map upside down.

  2. Wow!!! Just wow, and again, wow! That was absolutely fantastic! Brilliant and I loved it all… so many good lines, and patterns, and feelings underlying the whole thing. ❤

  3. Amazing. I loved how you used the language.

  4. Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
    Please read and enjoy the work of a talented writer.

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