By Noah Rymer
tripped by sunbeams
pricked by shadows
felled like swarthy forests
by acidic torrents of kindness
mindless remaining blind to it all
love inherited inebriated tall
wine in gall such stupor
brings me to weakened knees
confessional like Death murmuring
through thorny screens
sorry it seems to be so free
the soul’s silkscreen dreams
chomping at the bit foaming over reams
of unwritten love letters better left unsent
candlelight spent agonizing night’s pitch-tent
crowbar ill-bent prying sighing still divining yet
see like the blind man in storm
lightning illuminates his forms
hallucinations caught in braille
golden mast flooding rare sail
soil enriched crouches corpses
sordid in detail in abstract morbid
lorded over by kings spades
digging dead ripples of waves
Noah Rymer is a Virginian poet/writer who is trying to channel the high strangeness that surrounds him. He is also the Editor-In-Chief of Pere Ube, as well as an undergrad working diligently towards his degree in Pataphysics. You can find his work online.
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