tableaux vivants

[Spooky Bunny]

my tongue’s a baleen whale
to elicit sex and challenge males
pushing through the murk of work
not much else is speakable.
a patch of vinaceous thread
chokes the spool of radiance
how the child is cloaked; his
trenchant finger inculpates
toward my gape of hanging bat
in this tableaux vivants
a prescient
warning: fray your vision.

the diving bell released its cord
furtive bobbing down the well
then plunging mindless hourglass
housing human sample, turning back to look
was wound, was wound to do this,
falling down its rippled epoch, a pillar of
forgotten salt. dissolving on the acid
walls throaty gargled nothingness
shrinks the lozenge
of articulation
coughing fits of honied art

recording scars from blackened lungs on
fat and larval notepads in true void
style is rarity. these scholars oh and ah!
their cloying volleys surmount the depths
orange and red spatter pavements
are mistaken for miscarried balloons
that needle still is threading
no newfound world in centuries
tomorrow my son boards a plane
and flies to Barcelona. far too many
languaged moans delight my head
to conjure up a clear one.

to say, now, he's in Madrid. proven
by his letters
a thousand rodent hairs
line a million bags of peanuts. come all. come all.
see his paisley touristers. the baggage check
is mothering. he may not soon return.
my ticket’s stamped for following. we'll find our common ground.

sadness here. and here and here
a boy grows mad from twenty years
pickled sour in jars of awkward brow.
picks apart his memories
stacks the hash up on his plate; he’d eat
them ravenous, when looks at us,
furiously ingests the requisite
quoting old Macbeth
to face the scorn tomorrow tomorrow, and tomorrow
confusion chides. gray tornado come
pull the roots we’re gnawing at.
the double wide catapults a fork
and mashed potatoes
intact, a blade of childhood hacks my
current wig. de-mask external scars
they try to wiggle in. the flowers proselytize
their religion upon my lolling eyes.
the wind sings gaily over penciled hills. ominous
yet non threatening


these should never hold a pen. for monkeys
rip and tear vaginas and shove their
heads up inside the haggard daughters of darwin’s womb
one xylophone a ribcage the parting of a redder sea
the universe became supportive. one tenth of a second, in echo,
we were sprawled upon this land

legless, crawling back to god
forgiven of my piety
my friends get hurt for being here.
whiskey coats their macintosh...
delve delve my diving bell
pass the gag reflex you know so well
tore the shreds of heart was hell
dive dive my diving bell

cry out...
hug myself in pantomime
feel the cosmogenic
melancholy
washing over convalescent waters. ..
skin simmering soup

polytheistic pledges silence to one
allegiance swings a boy with rope
left foot down in twisted knot, flying
over nirvana; spitting in its channel
the cool green lake speaks through
rustled leaves from the panting bank.
something tells him
not to look. a stronger voice imparts
let go! let go! let go!


I did. but far too late
I learned to swim


what mild lies I told myself
leads a soul to repent.
there was a dying woman
here. I gave her some of
my words. I couldn’t keep them in.
she blessed me on my furrowed head.
i can't at all be sad
for this while until the next
slight wind knocks me over.
a weak willed person living in the world
not to troll the scope of being
prosperous and lonely human... sighs
over the hills so wistfully


i thought of nothing else
this closing up
like a flower. the bud will likely
open when the sun shines yet again.
a solemn doubt sweetens me
the many horizons I have
fled.

[Lightning Rod]

I'm breathless, Bunny
wonderful piece

[Spooky Bunny]

thank you mister rod. i was referred here from a long lost poet friend, sweet doreen peri.

[Lightning Rod]

thank you mister rod. i was referred here from a long lost poet friend, sweet doreen peri.

I think I know her

[judih]

wow, cut-up heaven.
i could paper my room with that piece, s-bunny. lots of goings on

[Doreen Peri]

Welcome to the Studio, Spooky! I'm really glad to see you here!

You've got some lines in this piece that just blow me away.... great stuff!

I'm so glad to read you again .... you have a gift.

Hope you enjoy the forums as much as I know others will enjoy reading your work.

[stilltrucking]

j wrote

cutup heaven

yes

To cut one line out at random I would start here.
spooky bunny wrote:

not to troll the scope of being

I admire your style spooky bunny
and I enjoyed very much your poem

sincerely jt

[Arcadia]

not much else is speakable.

well, it seems it was!!!!!

great writing & bienvenido/a!!!!