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CLICKITY CLACK
I wake up every morning basically punching my pillow… No big surprise either, as we the people all scream together, coupling the monstrous dissonance with negative privilege we rip ourselves from blood-soaked sheets to greet cracked mirrors eagerly with twists of judgement and ridicule, preying unconsciously upon our own frenzied fears and phantoms and things unseen whilst we flop forth with fin-flips and tired tricks, or like circus lions floundering in shark-infested waters, a blasphemous static of black noise and swirling chomps…
The foamy swath of saltwater tides tickles our fancy, pubic mustache scruff with licks of strange vapor, so that the poisonous foam and curdled mustard-colored clouds appear to be but a beckoning towards more ancient melancholy mermaids time forgot; so we hunker down and dose up our own belching teenage bellies to strip the stricken flesh of identity for aliens intrigued and investigating this flirtatious niche with keen curiosity for psychedelics, like a jumbled up, vague taste for the salamander state slash wavelength with which our brains are much better off in a passing trashcan wailing intoxicated singsong just a-wobbling along like a bunch of drunken juggernauts and finally reaching a peak and floating away, some might say, plucked or abducted or something inconceivably more spectacularly drifting away from this big barnacle-ridden bubble-burp earth planet (poof!) soaring starward at last…
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Reading this like being
Reading this like being caught in a thunderstorm of raw, electric imagery: blood-soaked sheets, circus lions floundering in shark-infested waters, mustard-colored clouds; yet beneath that fierce chaos there’s a pulse of humanity craving escape and understanding. It shocks and mesmerizes, daring us to stare down our own fears at the break of day. Which image hit me hardest, and would I think this jolting; shall this unfiltered style bring us closer to its truth or push us away? Perhaps a poem or two may be afoot!
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
galateus, arkayye, arqios,arquious, crypticbard, excalibard, wordweaver
Thank you
Well-edited, and I super-stetched the end there, like some fun putty
peace, pot, tequila shot
Jesus loves us, stoned or not