Doorbells elope with grape-colored Hope.
Tissues embrace the exploding nose.
elbows and knees
sofas and trees
have swallowed me up before I said please.
And wedged in-between
is my bloaty birthday
where I waddled around
with glossy brown opals
somersaulting in
my underwear.
Oh the World was merely Two.
Tiptoeing into Dali's hand --
I'm wriggling to the stars.
in his barbed eyelash fence --
Love and Paint condense.
With Supple Sunsets left to give --
I have found an excuse to Live.
As semicolons roll down my face
I song my sing on the potatoe-skin page
and count the weather balloons
in my stained-glass brain.
The snowcapped swings will be screaming soon.
There is more than grease-avoidance.
There is more than barfing barcodes.
There is more than nose-runny anarchists scrubbing one-way signs to deepfry gold.
The body is not a cage.
Gravity's wrapped in wool.
and Love is a velcro ocean --
Oh lets drape the sails! Kiss the fish!
and climb the spiny rails!
As a drugdealer ignites his molten blight
an innocent heart is holepunched tight.
In the nutmegged attic of a gingerbread house
a limelit Love begins to sprout.
I'm a biscotti.
You are the oven.
Your eyes are speaking to me like calculus exams.
When the winter's lungs are gingerly laced,
the Plumbers dehydrate the governor's race.
As toilets get clogged,
and gobbles their jobs
the mat and the doorstep
redivorce twice.
A zambini is yelping for Liberty again.
A lotion is applied to the wrinkled tent.
Below the parachutes of nosegay seeds,
we stapled together a pretzeled love.
your eyes were flashlights
and in the skybound pleasure
and i think i heard them say :
(((Time is
a one-sided War
life's
a Sacrifice
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I like how you are so unafraid of ugly, in your poems. You make the ugly into pretty, so much, I guess.
*hmmm*
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I hear
your voice
down the hall, through the window, above
all those trees, a light
it seems
& you are singing. What song
is that The words
are beautiful.
-LeRoi Jones
"Oh the World was merely Two." NICE
i find it a little wordy, but still really really good.
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ideals... deception... humanity...
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I just realized that.
I am describing poop as brown, glossy opals!
and I'm describing all the ugliness that tangles up this world with a lot of flowy adjectives. The kind that just flows jumpily with the toungue...
But thank you!
Have you ever tried "subconcious poetry" before?
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-- F.
"like two mammoths tusk-locked in ernest sport at the edge of the advancing ice age, you were my mystery and i was your mystery and in time we discovered that mystery was our home."
-l.cohen
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Clubs
*Circleoffriends=DailyDeviants~Lullaby-Poetry~invisible-inc~OpinionatedHell~PoetsClub~The-Red-Envelope
But the structure, and the style and the word choice sort of just happened. I think I always had this desire to perk up my structure and word choice as originally as I possibly could. One day, I just decided to use really odd word choice -- I started to write things like "wobbly poems," "nutmegged love," "my pencil can pee poetry!" and it sort of just branched out from there.
And the music of Bright Eyes has inspired me a lot.
Thanks for the comment.
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-- F.
"like two mammoths tusk-locked in ernest sport at the edge of the advancing ice age, you were my mystery and i was your mystery and in time we discovered that mystery was our home."
-l.cohen
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Clubs
*Circleoffriends=DailyDeviants~Lullaby-Poetry~invisible-inc~OpinionatedHell~PoetsClub=The-Red-Envelope
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Just so you know; I have this habit of not finishing things that I s....
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"I'd rather be hated for who I am, then loved for who I am not" -Kurt Cobain
Every day is exactly the same
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