feverishly I ran to the nearest echo engaging myself...
feverishly I ran to the nearest echo engaging myself...
feverishly I ran to the nearest echo engaging myself in riddles
never has just arrived
midnight fog saturating
the loss of direction
suspending further movement
leaning into quadrascapes
of the four dimensions traveled
completely thru squinting eyes
calloused by sandpaper fright
of breathless intoxication -
i have succumbed to sublime
and reached past the gold
into the dripping fluids
avenging the dinosaur’s bones
broken from lot’s tools
thrown haphazardly thru plate glass
shattering reflections of minutiae
into prismatic panti-goats roaming
side-street carnivals lit by bics
no more to be seen i shrivel -
grapes laid to drink vintage tears,
noiselessly crumpled rice paper
absorbing the irrationalities
soaked thru like arthur’s blood
excalibration - inebriation
falsetto inducements clowning
joy buttons stuck thru abuse
and the languishing word stutters
momentum reduced to alpha bets taken
by fevered palms stroked by excrement
stolen from slaughterhouses screaming
in harmony with hunger pains squealing
[felicity - the drought dispels disillusionment]
cecil
never has just arrived
midnight fog saturating
the loss of direction
suspending further movement
leaning into quadrascapes
of the four dimensions traveled
completely thru squinting eyes
calloused by sandpaper fright
of breathless intoxication -
i have succumbed to sublime
and reached past the gold
into the dripping fluids
avenging the dinosaur’s bones
broken from lot’s tools
thrown haphazardly thru plate glass
shattering reflections of minutiae
into prismatic panti-goats roaming
side-street carnivals lit by bics
no more to be seen i shrivel -
grapes laid to drink vintage tears,
noiselessly crumpled rice paper
absorbing the irrationalities
soaked thru like arthur’s blood
excalibration - inebriation
falsetto inducements clowning
joy buttons stuck thru abuse
and the languishing word stutters
momentum reduced to alpha bets taken
by fevered palms stroked by excrement
stolen from slaughterhouses screaming
in harmony with hunger pains squealing
[felicity - the drought dispels disillusionment]
cecil
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just quacker propaganda
have I ever told you that I used to be a member of The Religious Society of Ducks? Might still be. THey have not heard from me for over twenty years.
http://outofthejungle.blogspot.com/2006 ... to-be.html
have I ever told you that I used to be a member of The Religious Society of Ducks? Might still be. THey have not heard from me for over twenty years.
http://outofthejungle.blogspot.com/2006 ... to-be.html
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there was a lot in that poem
the joy button stuck through abuse
the excretment on the hands
and the title alone is worth a couple hundred lines.
I just tried to be succint
Everything a GO
I probably should not have put a link to that Quaker song. I was chatting you are right, I thought Cecil might have thought I was being sarcastic when I said it is a gift to be simple. I probably should have left it there.
For me simple is kind of like being empty minded.
A lot of meat on them dinosaur bones.
I will try to do more interpretation but I do not feel as if I got to chops to critique poetry.
the joy button stuck through abuse
the excretment on the hands
and the title alone is worth a couple hundred lines.
I just tried to be succint
Everything a GO
I probably should not have put a link to that Quaker song. I was chatting you are right, I thought Cecil might have thought I was being sarcastic when I said it is a gift to be simple. I probably should have left it there.
For me simple is kind of like being empty minded.
A lot of meat on them dinosaur bones.
I will try to do more interpretation but I do not feel as if I got to chops to critique poetry.
blah, blah, blah... and in the meantime
the saturday matinee continues to show itself
dreams and nightmares of the tenth degree
suffocating the succotash of verbalism's vandals.
who ever thought without thinking first..?
that goddamn 'first' that began every thing.
what if there never was a first? what then?
would that make room for a second? a minute?
an hour of our ego draped in velvetine aldolphs
mimicking rabbits and the games they might play.
"goodness me!" i heard that. really.
but it's all for naught. zero is the beginning.
and all the fucking zeros that follow - now that
that... that... that all adds up for a change
that has no coin of glitter or gutter taking space.
more better said: "feverishly I ran to the nearest echo engaging myself in riddles"
thanks for ever thing!
the saturday matinee continues to show itself
dreams and nightmares of the tenth degree
suffocating the succotash of verbalism's vandals.
who ever thought without thinking first..?
that goddamn 'first' that began every thing.
what if there never was a first? what then?
would that make room for a second? a minute?
an hour of our ego draped in velvetine aldolphs
mimicking rabbits and the games they might play.
"goodness me!" i heard that. really.
but it's all for naught. zero is the beginning.
and all the fucking zeros that follow - now that
that... that... that all adds up for a change
that has no coin of glitter or gutter taking space.
more better said: "feverishly I ran to the nearest echo engaging myself in riddles"
thanks for ever thing!
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