Miscellaneous:

[jakeminick]

Soaking in the atmosphere
Of alchemical omission,
Elusion of crisis slips into wisdom.
Succulent hypnosis
Placating shudder.
The lustful insurgence of empirical mutter.

Liquid pictures ripple over the prints,
Glistening fresh reflections of chaos.
Laughing between sobs
Under the grimacing buildings
Of stern architects.

Visions of a bleeding sky
Are covered
With the newest chaotic structures.
Erected in stylish demeanor
To be buried
With the dead skin
Of an over exposed face.
Their appearance,
Becoming nothing more
Than stale monuments
Blocking an addiction to madness.

Forever building
Subjective portraits of existence
Only to lounge around them
With admiration.
Festering into yearning
And finally,
Rotting into skeletons of trust.

Coiling.
Wrapping around the newest fruit
As if it was a transfusion with god’s fluid.
Leading through your veins
And busting out of the skin
Like a child’s conception.

So,
Suckling juice from the newest fruit,
It is suddenly exacted
That every piece
Is from the same-old, flimsy, basket.

Unfortunately,
It’s too late for TV dinners.
Only fresh fruit from the same basket.
Or the fibrous meat exhumed from caskets.
The excrement sculpted with phonetics
And the racking nonsense of structural elegance.

Unsatisfied.

Orbiting through different types of mirrors.
Reflecting reflections of reflections.

A salty pillar counting seconds;
Choking on periodic smirks.

Exhaling contentment
And wailing for chaotic stability,
In the continuous flush
Of self indulgence…