posted on October 17, 2013 at 9:01 pm
left rite

left rite

i move from without

the tiniest fracture in the wing

the worm within adamant eves apple

achilles healing in afterlife will never surrender

i am the talentless son of a gun bitch

i see shudder within the abandoned egg of space

i feel the molten hybrid star of some new epsilon

i am the broken jar of the warmest reddest wine

the apology of midnight to noon

the film of some naked women with a cellular flaw

the united imagination of mankind could only produce

this squalid festering war-blown wreck of earth

careering along in time blind like a black plane in a storm

i am fears messenger with my eroded phrases of caution

this bastard desert was once a forest my little pigs

this underwater fallen god once a pinnacle of distant lemuria

this decaying boat washed up on a bed of dead salamanders

the bloodfish gather in schools of murder and they drool at the sight of me

my antennae quiver deep in the river of dirty orphan moons

my sonnets of gloom and boom capture no one but you

i connect to my inner whisperer who has faded almost to pink noise

that blurred chris cross electrical moss i took for my brain man

up to my eyeballs in the dross of gods honour i seized upon a spade

i dug and betrayed the ground on which i should have stood

my nettled brain unfettered finally in a paroxysm of the frame

i stood down from ceremonies where phonies gave trophies to phonies

never treat me like a some creature you never seen before

for a poet thats deplorable

for a fool adorable

my task is therefore laudable

 

8 Responses to “two headed poet talks double fork”

  1. avatar
    Kohl Ette | 17 October 2013 at 9:44 pm #

    Funny how the injury became the performance
    who’d have thought?
    the grace, the disgrace, the pain,
    the tortured face
    spun like lace.
    For whom?
    Some nearby got an inkling
    While another further away
    effected phases from
    heatwave to balm
    to burn to tingling
    repairing tear
    they take up theirs
    and walk
    (laser us)
    with different awareness
    tho no upload
    not all applaud is false
    just some loudernem.

  2. avatar
    andy | 18 October 2013 at 5:14 am #

    ooohhh!
    lovely, lovely, lovely!
    looks like you done good over at uncle sam’s…….
    so pleased steve!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

  3. avatar
    Chris | 18 October 2013 at 9:36 am #

    One of your best sk….dark, ominous, powerful and visceral…has the prophetic power of Jeremiah: beware, beware…you ignore the times and the voice of the poet at your peril…the dogs are at the gate…the dogs of war and greed.

  4. avatar
    Chris | 18 October 2013 at 9:43 am #

    p.s. Sadly, for the poet and artist the themes of war and evil are as perennial as the stars…love the line: ‘careering along in time blind like a black plane in a storm’….portentous, vivid and powerful.

  5. avatar
    bernadette keys | 18 October 2013 at 3:37 pm #

    Walter White?

  6. avatar
    matthew | 18 October 2013 at 3:51 pm #

    That was just brilliant.

  7. avatar
    Anonymous | 24 October 2013 at 11:32 pm #

    ‘Never treat me like some creature you’ve never seen before’.
    Yet u treat me like you have never seen me b4 but u appear 2 know me better than I know myself. A line in this prose reveals something I hav acknowledged b4 but do not know what to do about it..


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