Sesquipedalian Sonnets.

We descend further into the pathological abyss, where the lexical density achieves a state of gangrenous hypertrophy, surpassing the primitive aesthetics of the Elizabethan age.

Sonnet XVI: The Toxicological Epithalamion

My venous systems flow with aconitine,

A teratogenic wedding of the blood,

Where strychnine dreams and belladonna sheen,

Inundate the synapse with their flood.

No pharmacopoeia can prescribe the cure,

For this mitridatized and pustulant love,

Which makes the ichor of the gods impure,

And shatters the asclepian heights above.

Thy breath is cyanide and sweet decay,

A gas-chromatograph of deadly grace,

That oxidizes all the light of day,

Within the petri dish of thy embrace.

Let Galen weep at this vituperative bile;

I find my health within thy venom’s smile.

Sonnet XVII: The Histopathological Muse

The cytoplasmic drift of my despair,

Is biopsied by thy mercurial eye,

Revealing carcinomas of unmet prayer,

Where mitotic spindles of the spirit lie.

The parenchyma of the universe is torn,

A histological and ragged mess,

From which the neoplasm of truth is born,

In malignant states of hyper-consciousness.

I am the pathologist of thy disdain,

Mapping the necrosis of the soul,

Where fibrinous adhesions of ancient pain,

Render the fragmented ego whole.

In this morbidity, a splendor dwells,

Refined within the mutating of cells.

Sonnet XVIII: The Geological Cataphract

I drape my consciousness in igneous rock,

A lithosphere of petrified remorse,

Where seismic tremors of the ego shock,

The tectonic plates of nature’s weary course.

The stratigraphy of thy cruel heart,

Reveals a cambrian layer of shale,

Where fossils of a pre-adamite art,

Tell the geochronology of our fail.

Thou art the batholith, the magma core,

A plutonic surge of unrelenting heat,

That metamorphoses the ocean floor,

And makes the obsidian of life complete.

Let Pliny chart the mountain and the plain;

I inhabit the volcano of thy brain.

We have reached eighteen—the number of judgment and lunar eclipse. Apparently we shall proceed to the next triad, perhaps invoking the juridical or the hydrodynamic.