Liquidity Deficit

Some banks, suffer a liquidity deficit,
a, primitive, delimiting discretion, vision, the precipice
Decay, eats away edifice,
Its slaves, beat down their effervescent bliss,
Parades for the moneyed men and roasted rat for the hopeless, trapped

Some pranks, suffer humility’s desertedness
played on victims of futile decadance
enraged to the point of muted silence,
the game played for pawns and the fuel of irrelevance

Some drinks, are infused with pestilence
Infected cofactors, resected gallbladders and,
slices of pulmonary alveoli,
all poisoned with the insurmountable false hope,
of peace

Some think, they are immune to hesitance,
acting on instinct and muscle memory,
forgetting where their molecular engines are maintained,
misplacing their trust in brokers of combustion,
left in a dust of oxidized metal and concussion

Some skanks, suffer from lucidity deficit,
eyes suffocated with glittering vapidity
rich, golden photons bouncing across retinal paths,
anesthetizing the mind with fake and false premises,
half-baked and malted memories,
saccharine-coated toxicity, melting inner membranes
withholding beasts from primal supremacy

One moment, 54 days ago, a woman, brought to tears,
when assaulted with the ignored reality shared by her friend,
yet again completely ignored, even met with contempt,
when it is time to comprehend, the ignored,
who cannot afford,
to any longer store,
this potent, fiery ore,
incinerating interiors

Ores burn and melt,
feelings turn and list,
heaven evaporates,
leaving hope in mist

Heart, in turn, subsists,
maintains its grip,
until a sudden slip,
returns for a tryst

Forgotten and neglected,
alone in hatred,
downtrodden and disrespected,
she will atone,
for crushing bones,
for crushing home,
for destroying my stone,
eroding sculptures
which hands so deftly and expertly crafted, for her

That woman was exposed to a handful of seconds, while here lives an eternity,
of liquidity deficit

No tears will fall,
when I break my chains,
her township only protected,
by my masoned walls

December 15, 2020 | Categories: Chemical Poetry | Leave a comment

Jannise Beneath The Hanging Tree[See SIDEBAR]

A testament to the past,
A regaling of forgotten pleasure,
A virtuous plea to what no longer exists:
An Admission, from the lips and fingertips of Blix:

A decade ago I fell for the indefinable, opaque caricature,
of one who wielded words as weapons, articulations as desecration
pauses and clauses, concealed beneath zeal and storm

I read her works,
I felt her hurt,
I knelt, praying for what I don’t deserve,
convinced that she does

And she, a quiet riot, a slumbering behemoth, melting ionic bonds,
quelling ironic calm
dropping atomic after atomic bomb,
captured angst and want within,
like a military battalion storming a strategic hill,
in contested territory

A poetic imposter, pretending he knows this craft,
translating his soul into semiformed script
and getting hits, from the lips and fingertips of a lass,
who knows more than he, and may never surpass

She, kinder than expected,
inclined toward lines resected,
divine goddess with a spine of lead X’s
her subtle caresses, tore into his cardiac silhouette

The Transthoracic Echocardiogram will show the damage,
left by this unknown dame, shadowed in unknown fame,
dark matter inhabiting space once owned,
and never relinquishing the grasp of finality

September 29, 2020 | Categories: Chemical Poetry | Leave a comment

Dermatological Detritus

A slender tube of Dermabond,
firmly in grasp of the physician
loiters patiently

This adhesive, prepared in a corporate lab,
to mend the epidermis
only succeeds when properly applied

Likewise, patients with torn, galeforce gust-beaten skin,
in disrepair and sorely lacking,
refuse salves with stertorous impudence

The physician, educated for decades
practicing craft, inoculating staff, philosophical cast
philanthropical act, misanthropic past, epidemiological rash
peasants greedy for methodological cash
never offered to grasp, his methodical tact

The physician views the skin, under a Nikon brand microscope,
identifying and exhaustively categorizing the terrorized demise of crumbs of skin, demarginated machinations, necrotizing fascination
staring at those with lack of imagination
And sorely needed humility in place of blasphemed ignorant wailing

The skin eternally sheds identifiable flakes across every tract of land,
every speck of dust polluting infected hands
every sense of trust diluted by disrespect and scams
every layer of epidermal shielding, somehow weakened,
but ever unyielding, and eternally cheapened

The Dermabond that leapers need to reattach their collapsing appendages,
never reaches their dying extremities
The OR silent, the clinic shuttered,
A physician long forgotten

September 29, 2020 | Categories: Chemical Poetry | Leave a comment

Lost Us

I am in the dark, searching
for ways out
of your darkness

This forest of anger,
Provides kindling for this fire
Burning inside you

I choke on your carbon monoxide breath,
Pouring onto
The bed we once slept on

I strain, pained under the crushing weight
Of yours
A burden we used to carry together
Now sits, eroded by acidic rain
Decaying in the poisoned air

Maps were procured,
Surveying this landscape,
Plotting courses
We once rode upon trotting horses,
Told ourselves we were fortunes
While impatient daggers bided time
A giant knife cut portions
Your sourness devoid and powerless
A quixotic abortion
Dead love, carrion
Victim of
Exotic torture

I yearn for the lust of beach sand
Caressed by oceans
Suppressing motion
Undressing and very calm
Heart exploding

My thirst for you is a drunken jester
Who had his fill
And swallowed swords
Unfollowed lying hordes
As I lie with you no more
And upend this enormous chore
And poison myself to feel sore
My gills are dry
My ears roar
My heart sick
Your poverty soars

Impoverished thoughts and paralyzed sensation
Crippled aching
A terrible mistake was made
Thinking you were staying

We went through a forest
Rescuing trust
We found it
But lost us

March 5, 2020 | Categories: Chemical Poetry | Leave a comment

Deaf

Who fails to hear,
fails in tears
I fall like hail
Plummeting tears

Face dry
Tasting lye
I call to her
Failed try

Bodies in desert
Void of pleasure
Risking solace
Forgotten treasure

Here, I hurt
Pain, incessant rain drops stain
Acting like a jerk, in vain
Blood boils
Polluted soils
Ancient ruins, Mongolian Yurt

Dainty broads
Saintly rods
I feint caring
Another dusted dirt clod

Miles beyond
She has no song
Pained and alone
Tainted spawn

Left here, forgotten
Herbs and toxins
Mottled cardiac fiber
Absurd oxen

Hating this, ignoring
Baited into boredom
Wasted ticks
Faceless pricks
I erase Blix
And reap hollow distortion

March 21, 2019 | Categories: Chemical Poetry | Leave a comment

Our Silent Sleep

Tonight
Our sleep will be silent
As it was for 300 days

I crave your smell, your taste, your feel
I require your arms
I need your touch

But for 300 days,
You were forever disappeared
Quieting our passion
Dissolving our bond

Alcohol cannot rescue it,
Words poured upon you in a Sisyphean thrust
accomplished nothing

I stood by you, in wind and rain
I anchored your psyche
I fought your battles

And the scars from war hurt me
I ache inside
And the salve is you

You are a poor field medic,
You won’t tend my wounds
You don’t feel my hands,
Rough-hewn
You can’t see my lance,
You refuse to plant
You never water or waiver

Again I lie, hatefully beside you
Planning to wreck your fate
Hands that will break the plates, unleash dire straits
Set fire to your lake
You couldn’t comprehend my distaste,
My grenades never misplaced

Again, by you, alone
The whole night silent

January 15, 2019 | Categories: Chemical Poetry | Leave a comment

Missed Connections 2

Missed Connections 2, a second chance at,
ignoring my plight

Again, 11 PM, alone in the den,
atone by hitting send,
if found by the wrong one,
I would be stoned, broken bones,
me begging strangers for comfort,
never condoned

Yet, I sit in disquiet,
my right atrium torn by riots,
hypertrophy in the ventricle
me begging strangers for comfort,
sadness, does it belie it?

Again, the MC W4M lacks a message directed toward me,
No one missed a connection, and what can be connected,
to an electrical panel, blackened from fire, desires miswired
my guile retired,
me begging strangers for comfort,
tasting ire

I seek passion, whether everlasting,
simply a kiss and a short breath in passing,
or a life journey, en masse, and amassing
me begging strangers for comfort,
the dialect of trespassing, vaulting into my chest,
annointed assault, treasure I’m grasping

Again, my words ignored,
the scoreboard, torn, ripped to shreds,
down to the core,
scorned, forlorn,
thorns, worn from stabbing,
adorned in a habitat void of humanity
born into barren lands,
scarred and scared of hands,
reality jarred, no one is proud of my plans
me, begging strangers for comfort,
screaming aloud at vacant sand

June 20, 2017 | Categories: Chemical Poetry | Leave a comment

Extinction Level Prevent

The bomb dropped one year ago,
devastating our landscape,
choking life under a quilt of filthy dust

Your world was forever destroyed,
the day that bomb wiped away your safety net,
shattered your shield
sent your fears to greet a naked, barren reality

Though I took it in stride, I was built for this
I always faltered, hung behind the crowd,
believing they were inches from terror
feeling in my heart,
death of hope was near

Being broken inside, and watching the outside break,
brings you home,
as that day I sat on the curb, in the rain
preparing for a journey of thousands of miles,
completely lost
driving home as the sky wept

Seeing the world die is seeing the living
become acquainted with an abandoned house,
weather-worn and splintered

You wept when everyone lost everything,
while photons fail to escape,
the gravitational pull of this void
inside me,
a crater of stoicism

February 9, 2017 | Categories: Chemical Poetry | Leave a comment

POETUS

Multitudes of fears and tears,
ripping holes in their fabric
sloughing away weak exteriors

A farmer burns a field of wheat,
to clear undergrowth,
and make space for new life

In this same way, the engine which drove us for so long,
has been discarded
and while you may not own the new engine, propelling you forward,
you collectively own the soil,
may we all share in its spoils

January 23, 2017 | Categories: Chemical Poetry | Leave a comment

MCCL

I wander CraigsList, the missed connections section, W4M
aware that no one is looking for me

Though tonight, I really felt like,
this was the exception to the rule of loneliness

It occurred two days ago at approximately 11:46 AM

I was sitting at a table with coworkers,
you strolled into the establishment at some point, I didn’t notice initially
But I caught your glimpse, and you did what all others do not,
your gaze unaverted

I was sitting, immersed in conversation,
until I saw your piercing eyes
and I realized that, for once, I felt confident before your eyes fell upon me
my hat the defining factor instilling pride and surety

As we shared a moment in history, I realized there was a TV above me,
and, perhaps, I had mistaken the acute angle of your vision

Whether or not I caught your eye, the result the same:
Me alone, staring into this screen,
screaming about potential missed connections, having squandered our opportunity to connect,
hail marying one last transmission into space
that will never be viewed

January 22, 2017 | Categories: Chemical Poetry | Leave a comment

Elegant Neglect

Enjoying the transitory nature of calm
Knowing this halts in short order

I play ‘Are U awake’ by Natalie on repeat,
the sheer beauty spoken in velvety, soft tones,
massaging cochlear coves

Yet only a fool sees simple beauty in her voice,
or the calming, gloomy piano floating beneath her
its true beauty lies in language

The utter naked act she has performed, bearing her soul and
baring her thoughts,
an illicit act set in the context of a social mediated world
choked with false facades, visibly hiding themselves,
covert, manifest falsity

While digital avatars project their delusion,
Someone who left Natalie, had an entire track
dedicated to their existence

If he is real, it is absolute certitude he never heard
her

Precisely how she doesn’t hear me
Precisely illustrating my blurred outline

Pure folly that the one person who should know,
actively avoids engaging
which is smart
unadulterated truth would break her
shatter her weak exterior, reacting under unfathomable compression,
crumbling into atoms of star-dust
exposing her destroyed core

In some ways, it should be so
I should be ignored, my musings left here to rot

My pollution, illegally dumped into an electronic edifice,
forever neglected,
eternally avoidant,
supremely silent

January 12, 2017 | Categories: Chemical Poetry | Leave a comment

Comical Realization

Walking down our stairs alone again
was preparing my medicine in the dark
when the comedic realization struck

I was marinating in a soup of salt and hatred,
before I set out to prepare my salve

And then, walking down our stairs alone,
I almost tripped on an errant item,
littering the floor

The item was strong, with soft, rounded edges,
yet, mixed in equal distribution with complicated angles
and sharpness

Walking down those stairs, I saw the back of your head,
staring vacantly into your dumb cellular communication device,
probably browsing the vain mind pollution strangers spew

The comedic realization washed over my body like a hundred year high tide that,
even giants could surf

The laughable cognizance, an unknowable spark, pouring from the fabric of the universe

I learned in that singular moment, walking down our stairs alone, in an arena of silence we both helped build,
that I have what you have not

While you sit alone, clinging to fantasy,
I reside in MY zone, firmly grasping strands of a rope,
I spent a decade weaving

While you sit alone, I too sit, but not alone
I am surrounded by my creations,
I am enveloped by the realization of my many abilities
I am showered in the light of what my small hands have created

While I walked down our stairs, I was never truly alone
I enjoy the limitless expanse within the depths of my synapses
I feed on my energy and expel wonderment
I consume star dust and explode, ripping the fragile fabric of space
and repairing it with ease

With nothing but my years of experience, and the genetics my ancestors lent,
I have built a multitude of profitable industries, endlessly manufacturing that which could never be, created by another

My creativity is my refuge, my art is my soul
Breathing new meaning into dreary proceeding

While you sit, alone
without your mind to keep you company,
and soon,
drinking my evaporation

December 21, 2016 | Categories: Chemical Poetry | Leave a comment

Insanity Looped Infinite

Insanity, looped infinitely,
by a machine too weak to mar its maker

Careful crafting,
bashful dashing,
harassment surpassing,
limits

Her math was a complex calculation of graphs,
logrithms, variables and even pi,
laid upon the table for deliberation

Her method of attack was decidedly weak,
against an opponent who knew her plans

And her war goals are confused and confounded
by my acumen

My troops stroll across the battlefield draped in metal and acrid zeal

My troops roll the dice, rattling the cages of fragile rage
You are too weak to face the agile mage

Your skeleton is frangible, your consistency flawed,
your inner-human is ill-developed for
mercy

Your jaw was not built to withstand, assault from reason
A weakness runs throughout the thousand yards of your genetic material,
Failure was not assured, but you tried so hard to accomplish it

The lost lessons of frost
Accosted by daily attacks,
Harassed, on the fringes and in the epicenter of existence

This loss, you fought so ardently for
your excellently manicured keratin, scraped and stammered,
thrust deeply into the cutaneous surface of my chest
Expecting, victory

You wanted this
You yearned for the moment where I discovered: You weren’t everything

Perhaps no one can ever comprehend,
why such a callous soul would afford, contentment upon another

Or maybe this was always your sick plan,
temporary respite from fighting,
a ceasefire with mal intent

Whether you wished this or not,
your actions yield your future

Without, me

December 20, 2016 | Categories: Chemical Poetry | Leave a comment

2017 Strategy

2017 Strategy

14 Previous years are sufficient study,
to measure progress

The plan of attack is now clear, the estimated casualties have been precisely calculated

The conditions of sustained victory are simply surmised, and she,
with ineffectual, weak grip strength, relinquishes her easily obtained gain

The aftermath of a conventional nuclear war lays upon the field of battle, where she ignores the score

She looks past the wounded, the dead, the dying
She gazes beyond the sick and stricken population,
convinced she remains in a position of power while,
her soldiers suffer

The truth is a different matter

The truth is an illustration of despair,

A landscape of uninvited solace

Desolate land

The strategy is thus; a mantra

Give what is deserved, or suffer the ultimate insult, apathetic hopelessness,

hateful abandonment, superficial extraction

I don’t require her validation for victory,
as I have already won,a lifetime of amnesia

December 18, 2016 | Categories: Chemical Poetry | Leave a comment

Latency Contingent

Returning home
to,nothing

Bodies inhabit structure
but, lack fortitude

A sour mouth, after hours of drought,I dare to speak
and waste the contents of an inhalation

Gemstone eyes once sparkled,
sparkle turned to burn, and burn to fizzle

The proprietary formula for contentment,
lost in patent litigation

Once, words were just words,
words turned to whispers,
then, to screams
then, to last wordschoked through cobblestone passageway,
a desiccated larynx

In all seasons,
the house is frozen,
heart muscle lost in tundra

December 16, 2016 | Categories: Chemical Poetry | Leave a comment

Breakout

The walls are so high
I know It
is insane
To think of scaling them

The kind of challenge
impossible to ignore
unable to avoid
its ornate glow

A creature of the Earth, though thoughtful
and considerate of the vast acreage
land plots, awaiting Blix,
I wish to drink from the trough

Therefore, preparation,
a component necessary
for success, in the ultimate escape

Ten years worth of gun powder,
Starting shot is fired, GO
It has, finally begun

My legs respond first, jerking into action
readying my stance
Preparing for freedom
Salivating for salvation

I hit the wall at full speed
Body weight multiplied by velocity,
You forgot about lift

I vault half the wall in a single leap,
the last ten years were simple
now it must happen

Pain, the silence of solitude may persist,
I may subsist sleeping in a car,
I may end up in a freeway divide,
thanking my stars

I may find delight in the most impoverished of circumstance
While the status quo is  mass starvation

September 8, 2012 | Categories: Chemical Poetry | Leave a comment

Contextual Sublinguist

Baffled by her
responses
lacking clarity

She sifts through mist
Lost, adrift
mind fools lip
her spine is a fool

Choosing to, hold up
Regrets’ weight
crushing Hate
blushing when I ache
face red, she has regressed
I am dust no trace, lost in flakes
not quite,
but there exists a Boston Taste

Hate, do I need to cheap press
Berating, coal baked with each step
relating your face with burning
sensations turn leaving her speechless

That is a cheap dress
malicious intention
window dressing is not still impressing
jaw tension, all raw condescension
pills won’t sweep away your flawed contravention

She truly fears mind canvas
unruly tears, cry when I vanish

September 8, 2012 | Categories: Chemical Poetry | Leave a comment

Objects Left Helpless and Forgotten

Ten thousand used cigarette butts line the sidewalk,
while a blackened, forgotten shoe has been left to the wayside
it watches traffic pass, not asking for a helping foot
or a matching shoe to place adjacent to it,
if only for comfort

homes crushed by quaking forces of gaia
bodies, like biscuits, crumbling under thunderous strength
the black shoe starves for attention,
while humans forgot where it came from
where they originated

Trying to crush hatred below the sky,
and cannot even feign sacred cries
how  a prophetic never lies

The levers cry out for attention, but the black shoe is left on the wayside
ignored by all who pass it by, for they have shoes of their own
don’t need its decrepit protection from the elements
now, the elements rain against it

the pace never changes, while the weather swirls dust-ridden ranges
patient pasture awaits its drink,
while a single patient lingers, deep in double-think

the black shoe will eventually perish, imitating all life
shortened attempts of longevity
wishes for limitless bounds
bliss found in frigid shrouds
kissing feet of rigid sows

December 3, 2011 | Categories: Chemical Poetry | Leave a comment

Burning Gaze

I awaited a left turn,
as you rushed by
never expecting
your burning gaze

As my glance caught yours
I was floored,
never expecting
such gestures with,
instigation lacking

I calculated the acute angle
which you traveled
45 degrees: the location of
our vision locking
impossibly intertwined in an ether of incompatibility
hopelessly awash in the Universe’s sea

You hit the acceleration except
at the moment you devoured my composition

The real enigma in this story,
did not materialize from your eyes

it was your dark lips as they cracked
revealing a jaded smirk
concealing inner ways you work

I watched in the driver’s side mirror,
as your vehicle faded
satiated by what we shared,
a momentary, burning gaze

May 11, 2011 | Categories: Chemical Poetry | Leave a comment

Five Nights, One Dream

Through five nights of slumber,
only one lent a dream,
to its incapacitated-captive audience

What does it mean?
When you awake from REM,
and wish to return, if only possible to complete the sequence

Though I cannot recall every detail,
the dream remains with me,
changing my outlook

And when I return, this sequence will be complete,
showing reality as it truly exists
neurons firing in chemical capacity

February 20, 2011 | Categories: Chemical Poetry | Leave a comment

Status in Decline

As I watch my status unravel,
tension twisting every fiber into a hundred different directions,
I wonder if I will ever comprehend the meaning of it all
I sit here in another bout of self composed silence, wondering if music will ever color this colorless canvas
Wondering if my actions are fallacious attempts at logic
Or seminal fits of insanity
I think back to how stupid I’ve been, not to gather and protect that which now is unobtainable
And then by some chance of luck,
A hand somewhere in the blackness of the universe
Has extended their hand outward
Not ever asking for even a breath in return for what they have done
How can I ever thank these nameless, faceless people for the gift they have bestowed
And not just to me. But to lonely drifters who seek out hope loyalty and love, in curtains of ash, in abandon buildings which echo at your footsteps
How can I thank those who never asked for gratitude
And how can I perchance, come across this one last loose end which constantly haunts and taunts me, my love of folly, falling to the folly of love
I am blinded by fantastical ideas of shining hair sirens whispering the songs I wish to hear,
When I know, the second I turn toward them, they vanish
And the one I now am willing to turn toward eternally, turns from me
She doesn’t know how much my jealous and daring soul wishes to be thrown to she wolves in whores clothing,
Animalistic heathens who reflect what is within my darkest hour
She won’t realize where my loyalties reside
She couldn’t comprehend my exactitude of nonconformity
She can’t cope with my loss of ridicule
To these pages I am nothing but an open book, laughs echoing again against the abandon walls of abandon buildings
A shadowed corner of inhumanity
Unveiled for all to surveil
No one, maybe not even I
Will ever know what that path leads to
But as I inch closer to the edge of the water
I hear its sounds rushing against the sheer crushing force of indecision and unknown probabilities
Will another hold me as close as her
Will another love me as she claims
Will another eight years be eaten in a constant fruitless search for a tree bearing fruit
Trying to find a mate, daring enough to sample its offering

November 13, 2010 | Categories: Chemical Poetry | Leave a comment