the uranus attic

[mtmynd]

picture 16 literary angels flapping their wings
wreaking havoc upon the unborn stillness...
words like lightning striking sharp and fast
thru the wisdom blood of nomenclatures
structured by hands of idiocy babbling, remains
toss the spurious dragon teeth thrice high
the widow chanteuse bares her breasts for suckling
the german guard on duty with jackboots jacks off
cum now the righteous puritanicals hard and quick
against the diamondback rattler sneezing coke
the reptile world of sleaze machines and faded jeans
cream covered cantaloupes broken with savvy-eyed taste
inhale the jail bail, the rippers tale shall take sail
the momentum of angularity hands the time over to jesus
and breath suspends in fog like apertures against chapel glass
colored with the sins of make believe
in the pews broken knees sneeze and flatus apparatus
opens for daylight entry by robed priests hardened
by squeals of playground children robbing them of good
long lost upon ingratiating gratuity graced goons
be still and whip johnson into frenzy [ejaculatory highs]
cavort with the fire rains dripping incessantly
covering the pretend godsend command-men offended
by insolence of fractured walls which cover lily white
from eyes burning like neptune’s third moon aloft
magnetic pull of the pale pail in a quail beak sneak
the slithering mass of human frail - unwhale moby dick
sea sick prick waving in moist seas left of righteous
fuck! the screams nothing means the queens never scenes
bowling greens into smithereens up up and away it seems
fly off handles reaching destinies lock keyed for deliverance
of shlock one utter at a time, the accumulative laxative
suspended in constipated rhythms while the ass spins
in cavernous growls unmade pre-made - maid and head given
to pleasure before the cum - the holy cum -
O! O! O! cries out loud and again silence spins
the control into a safety net suspended in the
corner walls of the uranus attic, darkened by steam.

cecil

[Doreen Peri]

Oh. My. God! ... this is a new style for you and it's amazing! What rich and strong imagery... line after line after line. The whole piece is packed with it and you have rhythm and meter going on and internal rhyme and metaphors...even puns! Good grief, Cecil! What inspired this? Can I have some of whatever it is you're having?

Good work!

[creativesoul]

so much power and emotion here- really hot

[revolutionR]

up your uranus attic
gushing with energised enthusiasm

[mtmynd]

[mtmynd]

Oh. My. God! ... this is a new style for you and it's amazing! What rich and strong imagery... line after line after line. The whole piece is packed with it and you have rhythm and meter going on and internal rhyme and metaphors...even puns! Good grief, Cecil! What inspired this? Can I have some of whatever it is you're having?

Good work!

Thank you, Doreen... such a kind reply for such a rant from the heart. I do enjoy hitting those strides when the mind shuts down and the flow turns into a torrent, fast flowing stream of consciousness just going... until the final breath slowly takes me down, refreshed.

... and thanx, c-soul and revR., for taking time to read and reply. good vibes.

[the mingo]

[WIREMAN]

Mongolia!!!

[the mingo]

Hell yeah !!

[WIREMAN]

never thought of u as a backdoor man cecil.....chino wink

[mtmynd]

never thought of u as a backdoor man cecil.....chino wink

dang, wired... neither have i, i'm happy to say.

i hope your alone in that assessment.

china wink back at ya', amigo!

[WIREMAN]

life on uranus must be totally backwards....never could figure out how the scientists knew this....

[mtmynd]

life on uranus must be totally backwards....never could figure out how the scientists knew this....

last time I was there I noticed the same thing... time went backwards and my graying hair began began changing to dirty blonde... I was immediately perplexed, unable to grasp this new reality. But thru persistence I was able to whip off a few words that I later compiled into this poem.

I'd like you to read this to the crowds at your next live reading, amigo. you have my permission and my hope you come out of the event unscathed and smiling.

gracias, wired... you're a madman and I dig you.

[WIREMAN]

I would have to say that reading your XXX poem at funks democratic coffee house in b'more back in 2002 as a climax to reading 11 other litkicks poets was a definite highlight in my performance career.......i'll put this one in my files and do it one night

[Doreen Peri]

Uranus seems to be very popular. No shit! Look at all the views! How does it feel to have so many people looking at Uranus?