Antonio Eramo is the notoriously cryptic New England poet that hides behind 30+ internet alt accounts. He graduated with a 4.0 GPA from Southern New Hampshire University and holds a degree in creative writing with a concentration in poetry. His most notable publications include Prides Crossing, Momentary Monet, and Art of Sin.
disengage enigmatic rage; nothing earnest enthralls the poverty within langauge is written on the walls the avidly vapid "artist" seeks to denounce device the avarice of average man has settled in on vice Our verse has lost veracity in the shallow sure of fame how famished is the culture that would treat art as a game? Perhaps I am the foolish one and know not how to write I can't speak to the masses if I only write at night but if I am to change ways to the likes of all my peers how dry would be the content that then sits along the piers? Our verse has lost veracity in the shallow sure of fame how famished is the culture that would retreat from the flame? I only ask this question in the hope to galvanize the virtual and virtueless minds and passing eyes that gallivant in gradients that emphasize the gray all homophonic pirouettes appear to turn away Our verse has lost veracity in the shallow sure of fame how famished is the culture that would love art for it's name?
MENTAL LIES COME APART (Compartmentalize)
Should I sell, adore, or join with a soul pen forevermore this pendulum swing I dig out this grave to make myself whole in boxes that store we soften the sting yet ravens still rave and harken the night this terror in flight that hands cannot wring so carnal this crave yet plume will not write I snuff candle light and try to behave yet heart cannot bring my head out of fright So blinded by blight to which I'm the slave I hear songbird sing as if to implore embrace your new role, let darkness deprave my claws start to cling to thoughts I abhor the bell that I toll will not open door