godzilla & donkey kong (or auscultation)

[wylde]

.

on a roll [no resistance] leaves empty bone
on a roll [no resistance] with distant rocking clones
even the wars are sleight of
man no visible ground to take
or hold
except for the loss of what we dont
know we havent got.

so it goes to lime. and milkshake.
and conquers of girls
with metronome smiles.

when the battle of value
and dissolving numbers on an unbalanced
sheet are surreal
where are the fingers on the abacus
touching what is the feel.

the manifesto of the unmanifestly
trench-coat matrix's mafia
claw their way filling the empty
everything.

times ticks stilled
on a roll [no resistance] with nowhere to go.
rocking and reeling with only amoebic
lime slush of moss
filling empty stone.

minds virtually in a virtual world
with illusionary realties.

[elsewhere rivers of humanity
swill daily over falls
of disdainful undefinable
fealty fissures]

cracks everywhere
from too little and too much
of what isnt & is there everywhere
and no where
crack attacks
wrapped in rap

brought back to route
sixty flicks
skin without presence
eyes and teeth too fine
like a worthless plugged nickel damning
up unspent dimes

on a roll [no resistance] low fat options confuse
the taste of kneading dry daily
breadless sly fibre
souffle dressed up as
5th avenue cold duck

rolling stone and gathered moss
kates byrds in the bush

godzilla & donkey kong
lay wasted plugged
by citizen caned
in an xbox

.

[jackofnightmares]

Sigh
is there any news from overseas?
plunging backward into childhood horrors
if not for mingo's poetry I would be even more bat shit crazy
but mingo don't post much anymore
thanks for taking up the slack

[saw]

creative language that brings a grin
i like the wordplay generally present in much of your poetry
and since we are a small group getting smaller
I appreciate your contributions.....keep up the good work...haha....
as if I'm a judge of anything...

[wylde]

Sigh
is there any news from overseas?
plunging backward into childhood horrors
if not for mingo's poetry I would be even more bat shit crazy
but mingo don't post much anymore
thanks for taking up the slack

in the created digital binary reality
oversees is hear
now allways a smudge merged
perspective melded down
into a seething morass of
playing the game
of not playing the game.
being in the game.

i wish my news was different.
from the shores of the Indian
ocean
as i look outwards
in all directions.

all i can say it is warm to feel
in a place and space of a band of brothers and sisters

wounds and damage and healing or not
without the global veneer of denial.

Regret is mostly caused by not having
done anything.
Bukowski

☮

[wylde]

creative language that brings a grin
i like the wordplay generally present in much of your poetry
and since we are a small group getting smaller
I appreciate your contributions.....keep up the good work...haha....
as if I'm a judge of anything...

appreciation is non judgemental.
it is a feel.
for which i appreciate and value in returns.

if I post anything shit (for you or anyone)
i would never take a-fence. or flaw.
☮

[mtmynd]

I like your words, Wylde, and the quick tongue is just right...
you've created a souffle with just enough that it calls for another read.

[wylde]

I like your words, Wylde, and the quick tongue is just right...
you've created a souffle with just enough that it calls for another read.

mesons & quarks may touch
but w3rds being felt

well, that's simply an oasis
of a more valued elevation.

thank you.

[mnaz]

minds, virtually ... cracks everywhere. everywhere on crack. it goes..