phobic entropy

[janos]

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Inwards I withdraw inching ever closer to the center of my body finding comfort shamelessly regressing dramatically. I hold myself on crutches of grandeur spinning tales effortlessly and confidently, a state of ignoble repose. An otherwise contemptible position valued by those who could hold no other.


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[janos]

Craving attention timidly


and restlessly looking for signs of interest,


booking all kinds of engagements


while doubting their sincerity.


Callously speaking aloud


my dark intentions and


unwittingly finding myself in a ruinous


bubble of my own machinations.


Dumbfounded, I look to figures of authority


for absolution,


earnestly dreading honest words


longing for delusion.

 

[janos]

With an almost quixotic fervor


I grant myself chaucer's mastery.


A lonely soul whose aim


is to achieve a corporeal totality.


It's not enough I cry


while furtively


prying open the last can of processed existence.


Floating to rest,


I imagine paradise.

 

[janos]

Motionless on the ground,


the dead corpse is a feature of


nobody's special attention.


No unnatural tension in the air,


just the silence nature


affords those with no will


left but the will to be forgotten.


The delicate maneuver placed society


in a bind and when faced once again with a


force of faceless malice


they stood in a childlike pose of defiance,


discipline broken by a tumultuous roar


bouncing off the walls of the cage


in which the wrestling match takes place.

 

[janos]

The array of tools


laid out for the craftsmen were many,


many loopholes and vulnerabilities


through which intrepid thieves perused


the wares of the docile.


Though could it really be


called thievery when


there had only been negligible protections.


The looted and sacked body


first feels itself to confirm nakedness,


proprioceptive measures gone and


out front lies the unoccupied sign.

 

[janos]

Scheming minions


erase the schedule,


the entire meted out


for plunder time.


The thunder heralding


their battle cry,


the fierce warriors


with emblems which


champion fear.


The very aura in the atmosphere


bends to the gravity


of the disciplined rebellion


given shape by authentic passion.

 

[janos]

The unremarked upon


demarcations carry


with them a certain invisible weight.


Even more invisible that gravity


because given the right tools


one can adjust for such a force.


They're stupid burdens though


that weigh us down


quite unnecessarily and


we say we hate them


yet it seems as if we doth protest to much.

 

[janos]

Makeshift scales


grafted onto the newest applicant


through ingestion.


Leeching parasites


gorging on the misery of the damned,


the operation marking


the patient with the figure


of the destroyer.


The beast will celebrate its return


with a chaotic reverie,


propagation of propaganda,


fear and distrust.


The totality of its existence


owed to the Thanatos in us all.

 

[janos]

The weapons were well sharpened,


sharpened to compensate for that dullness


in the mind that had plagued me


since I first drew my mask.


A disease not precipitated


by any of the usual signs of rot


and decay, a case that seems


entirely dependent on the


commonplaces of the modern epoch.


Invisible burdens balanced with


the internal compromise


with contradictions.

 

[janos]

Endless nights spent circumventing reality,


orbiting locations of respite and


enabling the weaker tendencies.


The sounds heard in the midst of listlessness,


that buzzing that pervades the unoccupied mind,


conditions that precede the


bubbling up of stagnating nostalgia.


The remains of the wild


maintained themselves in stark


contrast with our notions, a


distance not surmountable by tools of


practicality and lofty discourse.


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[janos]

The ordered men


manufactured more manuscripts,


a reliquary for the omniscient narrator


who with an archaic shakespearian aesthetic


manages to weave a cairn for the unfortunate damned.


The architect arbitrarily dispensing roles to satiate


the hungers of the craven audience behind the


veil of blinding spotlight that


affords a distinctive platform of repose.


A wild sinkhole appears dismissing


the previous conceptions of the tale


and ushering in the apparatus


of a demoralizing voyeuristic observatory.

 

[janos]

The dream realm was furnished


with all sort of devils, who


at least endowed with a sense of societal


propriety enjoyed the regular


supplications of their host.


The synthetic golem performing- with that minute


reluctance imposed by the natural forces-


forwarded the causes of the beasts


which with raucous fervor


had held it together thus far.


Opposing the ubiquitous establishment


that pressed it into a ruinous


destitution of psychic conflict,


thrusting itself into the bowels of the world


to seek absolution gained through


the dissolution of the singular into the multiplicity.