The Flux of Sunsets

Grandiose grandeur in the gleaning of glamorous guests
a query for insulated instructions;
to let build a barrier around essential emotions.
Bagpiping staled bread in the flux of sunsets;
fear does scale the highest mountains,
bringing back siphoned souls, in the interplay of ice
and carefully chiseled features.


A potent portent,
the fortune of a tide
filled with anthrax and anti-antidotes;
ripping boiling seas
from the surface of gravity born Earth.
Dissolving the sky, chilled by the Void,
Art in recklessness divided.
Powerful corruption of leaflet crowns,
all pulling under above.

Now Nucleic Acid's aspirations fence forthright blows with the

rapier's redoubt, in distrust Love's instinct.

Friction in Diction,
Feint Strikes to the heart.
Beat down your haggard hands;
stave off Hunger until you die.


[22:50|23.10.012] ©c.thomas.carter

Red Gauges

Hidden behind an hourglass
Sands piling up the remainder of time spilt
Red gauges indicate the indictment
of a commitment to memory

Come here,
Come here and see the end of space.


[19:45|17.10.012] ©c.thomas.carter

Hence the Hex in Her Hair

I hear forgotten clips of her voice,
juggling the art of her six-legged precision...
And to think I knew that ancient chimera;
and injured it as well with the delusion of
the warped neural maze-construction built in
the very moment of Razor's wake in time.

Nothing reveals no thing in time can be any old thing

in making Light of my perception

Burn I travel it back
Crumble I wash it dirty
Stumbling bumbling rumbling

Hence the hex in her hair.

We shall never cross fingers again.


[22:45|16.10.012] ©c.thomas.carter

The Subjective Self

A sideways swim
under the bloated ocean
of self-cognizance;
perfect for the exercise of
the subjective self.

Here am I,
burning in the cradling hands
of the inferno,
waiting for the flow
of the channeled poison of healing;
madness one day to end.
with nothing to share,
and dragging loneliness
through the streets,
I eat the dust settled around fading memories.

And for a brief moment,
as I wander through the crowd,
my vision is suddenly locked onto a pure face;
Your eyes are an Oasis in this sea of dunes;
a brief respite from the ailing populace.

It will make what will happen easier;
as I am betrayed by ravenous wolves,
once allies.

To the sound of
stones smashing my body,
I am able see the light
beyond,
below,
and above,
reality in its fluid form.


10:37 PM 8/16/2012 ©c.thomas.carter

Backstreet Doors

backstreet doors on the floors
of the lives below,

oh no.

popcorn-ceiling falls
from the seismic calls...

so low.

and you could always make a choice;
turn your passion to a mess of noise;
singing captured in your tone of voice;

burning secrets with your graceful poise.

cat may cry in the light
of the autumn day,

I say.

hats off fly in the right
of the dust of grey

ballet

and you could always step aside;
turn your fashion to a different light;
singing rapture in the coming tide;

burning secrets with in whom you confide.


[17:04|16.8.012] ©c.thomas.carter

Caved-In Retinas

Peerless destruction,
caved-in retinas speaking nothing but darkness...
the fire, spreading outward,
can only be inwardly felt.

[23:07|14.8.012] ©c.thomas.carter

First Light

First light,
Death by sorrow,
Caricatures etched in ice;
Kissing tongues locked in frozen embrace.

He travels by light,
Reaching the eyes of Universal Time;
Hertz his Heartbeats closer to Nothing,
Feel a fine loss of bloody cells;

Imprisoned by Mercury Years;
A smoldering heap, hating introversion,
Lost in isolation, forgotten by green things;
The ash flows in the air,  coating vivid memories.

Ebony Embers,
Charcoal Faces drawn on stone;
The last man waits for the last love,
Hoping hell won't take him too soon.


[16:10|03.8.012] ©c.thomas.carter