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. 

Artistic Avarice

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