The Triolet Trail

Humanity; lost or (better) found; in darkness;
writhing interred; claws in distress; bursts from the earth--
ripping weeds and squishing worms not wont to caress
humanity lost or--better--found in darkness.

Bless them. There is method to this (upward) madness
urging forth a surge through dirty tomb-womb to birth
humanity, lost or better, found in darkness
writhing. Interred claws in distress burst from the earth.

Flowing forth as lava torrents,
spewed anger burns to the bone.
Seditious words most abhorrent
flowing forth, as lava torrents,
leaves carnage as the deed warrants.
Hatred is just liquid death sown,
flowing forth. As lava torrents,
spewed anger burns to the bone.

Spewed anger burns to the bone;
I've wagged my tongue fast from the truth.
The words I've said, seeds I've sown,
spewed anger--burns to the bone.
My passion for you, unknown,
screamed "fire" in the theater of youth--
spewed anger--burns to the bone.
I've wagged my tongue fast from the truth.

Broke form a bit, but still had fun with this

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Lies spill across the tabletop.
Backstabbing pours like red wine.
In the back room of a butcher shop.
Lies spill across the tabletop.
Money changes hands nonstop.
Crime and meatballs intertwine.
Lies spill across the tabletop.
Backstabbing pours like red wine.

Flows over the rim of a glass,
her full bodied blood grows thicker.
The very last drop of the lass
flows over the rim of a glass.
You argue that my taste is crass,
licking the last drop as liquor
flows over the rim of a glass,
her full bodied blood grows thicker.

Her full-bodied blood grows thicker
with each breath. Pressed against his ear
her heart beats harder, pumps quicker.
Her full-bodied blood grows thicker.
He shouldn't have given liquor
to alleviate the lady's fear.
Her full-bodied blood grows thicker
with each breath pressed against his ear.

With each breath pressed against his ear.
His world blends with his lover’s touch.
Her soft crimson lips comes ever so near.
With each breath pressed against his ear.
The world around him he cannot hear.
His heart thumps loud with lover in clutch.
With each breath pressed against his ear.
His world blends with his lover’s touch.

His world blends with his lover’s touch
relaxed and comforted..like coming home
daily stressors weigh too much
his world blends with his lover's touch
forgetting about the mighty buck
no longer fearing life alone
his world blends with his lover's touch
relaxed and comforted, like coming home

Relaxed and comforted, like coming home
by river wandering serene, I float
back to what I'd been. Breathing wind I roam,
relaxed and comforted, like coming home.

Old hands give pause to oars and fingers comb
through memories seeping into this boat,
relaxed and comforted. Like coming home
by river, wandering serene, I float.

By river, wandering serene, I float--
a capsized captain with time on my hands.
All I have are memories of my boat
by river, wandering serene. I float
off the edge of the earth on a sour note,
aground in a moat, stuck in swill and sands
by river. Wandering serene, I float--
a capsized captain with time on my hands.

A capsized captain with time on my hands.
Adrift without paddles, compass or map.
So much for exploring unknown lands.
A capsized captain with time on my hands.
What I wouldn’t give to stand on the sands.
Beneath the waves the sails no longer flap.
A capsized captain with time on my hands.
Adrift without paddles, compass or map.

With no way of knowing forward, from back
in time to present, history (full-grown)
proudly recants how to plan an attack
with no way. Of knowing forward from back,
angels will baptize and towel off the rack.
Stripped by the torture, they exit this zone,
with no way of knowing forward from back,
in time to present History full-grown.

In time to present History, full-grown
professor in those baggy-kneed trousers
shuffles into his classroom on his own
in time to present. History, full-grown.
Shuffles lecture notes, clears his throat. Some groan
to themselves; others sit up like houses.
In time to present History full-grown:
Professor in those baggy-kneed trousers.

In the pockets are stored: Universes,
a cummerbund (smells of pipe smoke), two seashells,
a notebook filled with handwritten curses.
In the pockets are stored universes
of possible memories and nervous
absences, pursed lips and fond dismissals.
In the pockets are stored: Universes,
a cummerbund (smells of pipe smoke), two seashells.

A cummerbund (smells of pipe smoke), two seashells,
and a rusty compass frozen on north,
the willful testament in my heart still dwells.
A cummerbund (smells of pipe smoke), two seashells ...
holding so many memories my heart swells.
From his cluttered desk drawer, he would bring forth
a cummerbund (smells of pipe smoke), two seashells,
and a rusty compass frozen on north.

And a rusty compass frozen on north.
I guess this isn’t Captain Sparrow’s effects?
That’s why I’m going back and forth!
And a rusty compass frozen on north.
I’ve been lost at sea since around the 4th,
There’s no telling where I’ll head next,
And a rusty compass frozen on north.
I guess this isn’t Captain Sparrow’s effects?

I guess this isn’t Captain Sparrow’s effects.
The boredom creeps like anaesthetic oil
into brain-cracks, as gravity directs.
I guess this isn’t Captain Sparrow’s effects?
No romance, nor piracy in this hex -
an emptiness, no movement, no recoil.
I guess this isn’t Captain Sparrow’s effects;
the boredom creeps like anaesthetic oil.

The boredom creeps like anaesthetic oil
while drudgery lulls us to sleep.
Countless the days we spend in fruitless toil.
The boredom creeps like anaesthetic oil;
drip, drip in the vein to numb our recall.
Beyond, this pain is ours to keep:
the boredom ... creeps like anaesthetic oil
while drudgery lulls us to sleep.

While drudgery lulls us to sleep,
a bleeding, one-eyed boy squints through his gauze
and fears to hold his place, yet disdains retreat.
While drudgery lulls us to sleep,
he stands guard, a brittle peace to keep,
far from home. On TV we watch the wars
while drudgery lulls us to sleep.
A bleeding, one-eyed boy squints through his gauze.