Getting Nowhere

Insanity, this manic key

to damning possibilities,

the storm before a calm

embrace, displacing

and defacing me.

Imagination-killing spree;

ingest an hour’s rest

before investing every

inch of me

      to best

a blank computer screen.

And lo, do I succeed?

Fuck no, but that’s the way

destruction goes, when words

forget their flow,

      effete,

like old, depleted seas.

But suddenly, a spark

ignites ungodly

tides of genesis-light,

a pyre, bright, it smites

my indecisive tendencies.

I feel the turn at hand,

and if I’m any man

      of value,

I’ll be Hercules,

unleashing multitudes

in spiritual liberty.

That’s when I’ll see

the end and every row,

      I sow,

will find its flow,

insanity can go to hell

and finally leave me be.

And when I’m

bullshit-free, you’ll know

the Starry Skies, I see,

and when you close your eyes,

my undisguised

designs will set you free.

The Sandbox

The Sandbox

I plant myself in the sand

And build existence on the beaches

As the shimmering spray

Scintillates my spirited mind.

I bury my fingers in the coarse soup

I knead it; I meld with it;

I scoop it up in my busy fists

And pound it into glorious creation.

A sparkling new universe

At my fidgety fingertips…

A realm of infinite possibilities.

My grand experiment; my pride and joy;

The product of my godly mind;

My wonder to behold

Until the tides of time come crashing in

To wash my canvas blank…

And then my games begin again.

Form Follows Function

Form Follows Function

By Brandon Palzkill

Feeding my imagination,

unearthed ideas reveal themselves;

narratives screaming out to be

cast into shining creation.

Tempered, my chosen words become;

I paint a rich poetic picture

of intricately textured  imagery,

neatly interweaved with

fuliginous subtext.

Over time, I’ll breathe

refreshing life into my efforts;

my words exist, at long last.