Stringent Dour Poem by Marx Lenn Mendoza

'i don't see it'

there were junctures
a tribulation of my relic
reprobate of repudiative happiness
i called out - vociferate

'everything happen'

to free from encumbrances
incessant from verisimilitude
i never came to what it should be
and everything was - a hodgepodge

'crazy that's so crazy'

my hopes were acrimonious
a rummage into disarray
it was a labyrinth of subterfuge
and it was - they expunge

'nothing is clear'

they abscond by inch
the inebriation of my tears
efficaciously deteriorating
languish and dwindled through

...a diletante?


'a 'taciturnly connoisseur'