than martial arts
is weeping bitter
silver studs
is weeping bitter
silver studs
and singing
songs frothy
songs frothy
to the dying
rose too
far gone
rose too
far gone
is hearing
short-term
short-term
memory again
swearing the
pussy-willow's
pussy-willow's
barking like
a manic Dalmatian
a manic Dalmatian
insisting that
the globe
the globe
is really just
a balloon
not the night
sky fallen
into nothingness
sky fallen
into nothingness
punctured
by Excalibur's
by Excalibur's
so-called
innocent
innocent
blade
over all
over all
there is
a pall
a pall
of salt
and ashes
and ashes
and the threat
of unpainted fish
by morning
in the corner
a huge terra-cotta
model of human teeth
housing a halogen lamp
and a beeswax candle
winks before
announcing,
"that was easy"
then opens wide
belches gravestones
and swallows
S.E.Ingraham©
dVerse
What incredible imagery! I felt as if the end line of each stanza inexorably pulled me on to the next - and I had to follow this lead to see what would happen next.
ReplyDeleteThis is very cool! I love "the threat of unpainted fish."
ReplyDeleteThanks to you both - surrealism and synaesthesia type work tends to be fun; you can just let it rip, I find
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