The Ramblings of the Mad

  An "exorcise" of lingual demons   All Poems and Stories Copyrighted by A. E. Harrison

[dragonsorphan]

Midnight Syndicate

Our voices hung on static, hot air Evaporating silver lettered bullets  Chasing thoughts Those lips grazing the soft parts Of a copper temple

“I don’t want to go home.”

“You never do.”

The breeze moved He placed a hand Over his father’s hat

(Whenever his father came  He brought the hat When he left He took the hat And the last time he vanished He left the hat A wool scar on the boy’s memory)

“Maybe I should let the wind take it.”

“It’s already home.”

That hand moves from wool To flesh Cupped the left breast

Like Adam Gripping the pomegranate And all the lies it told

Like Galileo Gripping the telescope And all the truth it held And ourselves Legs tangled  Believed  Wholeheartedly That we had time 

That his veins would  Never collapse Like his sweat slipping  From the pink of his lips  To my temple From my fingertips  To his belly 

I still try to frantically erase That mix Of wheat, sweat, skin, and dark.

You are the reason  I'm obsessed with hip bones

Unfortunately Yours was built From the remnants of stardust From a long extinct universe A molecular structure Too lawless, too foreign To be repatriated  Into ours

And the last time we met You were in repose Draped in fine cotton On a metal bed I whispered into you temple

(You pallid bastard)

My final benediction Hollow anointed words

And as I left you The hint of sandalwood And ancient stardust Tickled the air Returning back to the cosmos Where it belonged

[dragonsorphan]

On Your Sobriety (And Mine)

The old scar That sat almost invisible Under your bottom lip (A calling card of one of your mother's exes) On odd occasions Seeps into my memory But only When the moon Is too loud The dark Too bright And my palm Too parched and thirsty To speak

[dragonsorphan]

Dinner at Midnight

half of a deep brown heart was drawn into her flesh at the base of her thumb are you looking for the other half he said no, i found it lucky you he said very much so (she leaned in, whispering) they were delicious and tasted of death and sugared plums

[dragonsorphan]

Moon and Ennui

Sometime After midnight And before  The death march of traffic Two bodies Strewn under the warm blue glow Of a muted rerun Sunk deep under A warm blanket Of boredom

-Let’s watch the next one.

-Not interested.

-Then what?

-Hey…what does your hip bone taste like?

The rerun bled into the next And midnight Crawled toward  Daylight

-The moon and ennui

-Those aren't flavors

-Tell that to your hip bone

[dragonsorphan]

Murgeon

What if

We never rid ourselves

Of the scents of others

Buried in our hands

Their cells

The dregs and whispers

Of dying moments of existence

Of skin we have held

Our fingers dirty

Steeped in filthy mementos

Never coming clean

[sagihairius]

but if there’s platonic kissing whats next??!!!!????? sex without romance??????!? romance without sex?????!!!!? friendship?????? friends with benefits????!!! platonic lOVE????? staying out of other people’s business???????? WHO KNOWSS

[dragonsorphan]

I've done most of these 😊

I regret nothing!!

[dragonsorphan]

Speechless|Speak Less

Entire cerebellum crushed into mouth Withdraw, a snail into its heavy shell

Hurting jaw, chaotic syllables that ride high on flames Watching desperately, as the more human folk retreat

Please climb between the letters and silence the rattling Need a grave for the never-ending words to die

Lock myself behind walls, and let the ceaseless words fall Building my little indefinite prison of lonely tongue tied speech

[dragonsorphan]

A Pill Removed/Peel Removed

When they removed the pill That chemical compound That precious salt Her mind peels… Slowly…moving Over The moon’s waning and waxing And she begins to time everything Carve and hack everything 

Into increments Moving clock hands Across sunbeams and stardust So she can hold onto that thread To move from one point to another Like the standardized humans Those playing the game Of everyday life around her Without the containers of time She cannot move From A…then B…C That peculiar child Moves from A…to B… To the Orion Nebula That dead orchid That would be in her funeral procession His hipbone What if she locked Plato in his cave With a lantern, Frankl, and some blues ...how did we get to K? (More peel falls in her hand) “You are supposed to be at F by now” Fuck F She says…eyes stargazed glazed (She whispers to the peel) “Let me get back into the marrow Of my own clavicle It be the safest, saltiest place I know”

[dragonsorphan]

Recreation of Time

Her hand woke up 2 minutes Before the cacophony Of a clock in the ink Between sleep and wake Her hip awoke 1 minute Before the angry bells toiled And the slow moan from her throat

Was right on time. And in her palm She rolled those Clock hands Pushing seconds over minutes Plowing into hours Only to repeat Eating away the day Thinking about her rolling hip

Grinding cogs to get back To that quiet land of dark With just one clock hand One silly hip bone Slinging a pendulum That, intense pulsating harmony Until the whole chronometer Bursts into water and flames And danced on oblivion

And the hip falls asleep 1 minute And she grins Greeting Zulu Hour

[dragonsorphan]

Convergent

And limbs circled like rivers Threading their way Over cotton and jean landscapes Glimpses of bare skin Remnant of tectonic slippage Invisible earthquakes Slick obsidian The black, cooled ice Echos of erupted cries From arched backs Forced into dizzying heights Creating  sharp moaning mountains The making of kinship Beneath quivering bone

[nekkyousagi]

Kiyo-hime by Utagawa Kuniyoshi

A gorgeous woodblock print depicting the climax of the famous kabuki play Musume Dojoji.

[dragonsorphan]

Hand-Clapping by A.E.

Playing drumbeats Staccato on the truck of a bed Until they breathed too heavy Forgetting their names They blacking out Among moonbeams His belly Prone on the tin roof Her belly On his clammy back Trying to decide if eating Was worth it Or if this roof Was all there was 3am in the dark The curve of a hip bone And his breath Like burnt brown whiskey Watching her Watching him As she slid her broken knuckle Over the oath of his right palm Angry that he picked up a line Pissed she forgot the lyric Wasn't velvet blue enough Tumbling like moon rays Like possibly clean clothes They  were hungry for plums That don't hang on trees And someday Those two kids would be dead Or just one And the other...sitting on the roof.

[dragonsorphan]

Whole Hunger

Trapped on a rock In the middle of the sea Liquid serpents Circling lazily Splashing blue and black waves On her dangling feet

Fog's liquid knuckles Brushing her calloused palm Slid around her starving torso Lacing itself around an anxious neck

And she never learned to swim Or wrestle with fog But she could seduce a serpent Ride it to shore And swallow it whole

[dragonsorphan]

On Last Evening's Ghosts

Bind the brittle broken bones, With ribbons of red candle wax, Sink them deep into pillows of fog with bare soles Drown voices in crooked curls lapping at bed frames and necks

And marvel at the dark smell of fingers and knuckles inching around each other

When the sun crawls over the night's dying body, And those knuckles and fingers release Ushering feverish bodies back into the metal world To buzzing, infuriating humanity

And they don't remember Each other’s names

There is no need.

When they live on each other's tongue Embedded in the cheek.

[laskulls-deactivated20250318]

I think it would be easier if we all had little health bars over our heads. Maybe if people see I'm orange with bleed damage they'll stop asking why I'm not recovering

[dragonsorphan]

This is fucking it and I need it now.

[kaibacorpstocksplit]

bunnies for my bursties <3

[dragonsorphan]

I'm gonna drink this chai, and y'all gonna leave me the fuck alone, goddamnit.

#saying