The Rapine Of All Subterfuges Poem by Norman F. Santos

Gnawing at the edge of stale thoughts
A peremptory heart inept to emancipate
Constrained in shackles of shrilling frost
From sedative sentiments consoling to fulminate
As walls swooned in insolent imperceptibility
Poignant claret of rivulets darted through
The levity of the subterfuge’s lurching gaiety
Reprieved from impeding the bereft, it flew
Through the beard of burning veraciousness
Like angry diamonds sharp with the saturnine
The apathetic guise revealed such somnolence
That a paramour evokes like a virtue free of sin
Went like moths in a lurid yet deplorable prism
A hazy cast mantling the Moon’s caressing song
And the eddy of torrent and violent lightning
Ignited a florid dissension and took him along
The dark hue of parceled melancholic dreams
Revealing subtly as the malady in this poetry
Ironing the creases with his heart on the seams
The demise crystal clear drained of hilarity.