Your Blade - My Blood

[mtmynd]

Your Blade - My Blood

one thousand eight-hundred fifty-two dreams
launched from one string rolled into a ball
kept under the bed of paisley mattresses
piled in juxtapositions of staircases
reaching out for the pluto world of cool

annihilate the passage of time thru rumblings
of dissatisfactionary, revolutionary mumbo-jumbo
humus defying inscriptions laden with cryptic
noises deafened by the slaughter-cries of cheetas
wrangling with the reductionary forces of power.

spin mercilessly upon graves that eat the flesh
and leave behind the bones of structural ideals
while flushing the brains with amorphic spatulas
whisking away the hubris of times left-handed crank
reinventing the rivets of amulets held by loss.

three-quarters of life intrudes upon silence
with questions of stupidity drooling from faintness
while the masked boobaloos encharter squirrel wisdom
across the bent barriers of invisibility's horse
recklessly attempting wisdom at the cost of death.


mtmynd1

[mnaz]

Calling mtmynd1, over..

Yes, life vs. silence, the desert people know.
I wonder if invisibility's horse was ever invisible..

[stilltrucking]

Thank you for the poem maestro
could not find to the words to praise it except maybe these:
sticky, lots of lines in there stick in my mind
but these are the ones that comes to mind at this moment

annihilating the passage of time . . .
with questions of stupidity drooling from faintness
while the masked boobaloos encharter squirrel wisdom

pardon the ramble
sometimes I dream about the silence of the deep
I hope I dream one tonight

[WIREMAN]

.....the monkey mind is seldom silenced,
especially on this here commuter train....

[revolutionR]

Painting with words, one of my favorite books Surrealism and Painting.

[mtmynd]

Many thanks to all of you, mnaz, truck, wired and Rev... much appreciated to read your comments! Good seeing you all again, too.