MorpheusSandman
07-02-2009, 10:34 PM
Mostly inspired by paperleaves (but not NEARLY as good); hopefully practice will make perfect.
1. Bubbles Floating on Concrete
The congested corridors have spider eyes
And paintings seem to sing
A lullaby
To babies in oblivion’s nursery
In the waxing and waning of stuffed toys
Grown to giant size
And the Blue Bubble Jelly Marine
In Fuchsia coral reefs
Where the salmon swim cross-stream
To criticizing tongues of iris
Gracefully floating, its mushroom head just bobs
And tendrils sting
Did I drift away and forget you were there?
Omnipresent problems perpetually oppress
And I slammed my fingers in a snide car door
And can’t seem to care
2. Oxygen Breathing Into the Ether
The cumulonimbuses swell their cheeks and puff
Whistling a tune to the cyclone sun
Down to the boiling pavement
I saw the aura wave;
This stratosphere, I fear its status
But what’s a Lilliputian rain to one who’s not a witch?
Hail’s craggy drops are welcome
And snow’s blanket means the school sleeps
And so can I under thermal quilts
And wrack my imagination in a reverie’s grandiloquent torture
In summer I’ll seek the vents of man-made generated wind
And cool the body’s weeping
And I’ll drip like the clouds
All over the floor
3. Licking the Nightly Divisions
Divide the Gemini
Part the tripod
Quarter the square
Dismember the pentagon
Decimate the Archimedean spiral
These fragmentalized pieces
Are my heart
Under your precisely surgical scalpel
Targets of your military artillery
Bayoneted and run through
Trampled under stilettos in a pernicious march
Across the plane of this bruised shell
Dice this flesh
My carrot nose and raisin eyes,
My salad hair, cherry lips
Chicken fingers, frog legs
Gently place them in the blender
Making sure to place the tender parts
Closest to the stainless steel cutlery
Just press ‘on’
Add a dash of ‘love’
And serve
4. Winged Glass Landing on the Runway
Hover over the cliff of this frail memory
Where the glow worms in the lighthouse’s beam
Guide the brigs of pain homeward
But dimming, dimmer, dimmed,
A dying unit of light is a luxury
To be found in a graveyard of fireflies
The fading paint peels to reveal the rotted wood
Rush and grab buckets of liquid makeup
Throw it in splashes to patch up the holes
But the drifting tectonic plates shift a bit more
And the waves roar in their plaintive disagreement
But, it’s too late
The rocks crack on the edge
And boulders and pebbles alike
Fall from the limbs of the ground like ripe apples
(If only Newton were here to see it)
To feed the voracious waters
Already plethoric from swallowing my soul
Being freed from confines of a body and time
I watch you try to renovate this dilapidated, crumbling space
Where I once lived
But we both know even Pangaea was separated
Eventually
1. Bubbles Floating on Concrete
The congested corridors have spider eyes
And paintings seem to sing
A lullaby
To babies in oblivion’s nursery
In the waxing and waning of stuffed toys
Grown to giant size
And the Blue Bubble Jelly Marine
In Fuchsia coral reefs
Where the salmon swim cross-stream
To criticizing tongues of iris
Gracefully floating, its mushroom head just bobs
And tendrils sting
Did I drift away and forget you were there?
Omnipresent problems perpetually oppress
And I slammed my fingers in a snide car door
And can’t seem to care
2. Oxygen Breathing Into the Ether
The cumulonimbuses swell their cheeks and puff
Whistling a tune to the cyclone sun
Down to the boiling pavement
I saw the aura wave;
This stratosphere, I fear its status
But what’s a Lilliputian rain to one who’s not a witch?
Hail’s craggy drops are welcome
And snow’s blanket means the school sleeps
And so can I under thermal quilts
And wrack my imagination in a reverie’s grandiloquent torture
In summer I’ll seek the vents of man-made generated wind
And cool the body’s weeping
And I’ll drip like the clouds
All over the floor
3. Licking the Nightly Divisions
Divide the Gemini
Part the tripod
Quarter the square
Dismember the pentagon
Decimate the Archimedean spiral
These fragmentalized pieces
Are my heart
Under your precisely surgical scalpel
Targets of your military artillery
Bayoneted and run through
Trampled under stilettos in a pernicious march
Across the plane of this bruised shell
Dice this flesh
My carrot nose and raisin eyes,
My salad hair, cherry lips
Chicken fingers, frog legs
Gently place them in the blender
Making sure to place the tender parts
Closest to the stainless steel cutlery
Just press ‘on’
Add a dash of ‘love’
And serve
4. Winged Glass Landing on the Runway
Hover over the cliff of this frail memory
Where the glow worms in the lighthouse’s beam
Guide the brigs of pain homeward
But dimming, dimmer, dimmed,
A dying unit of light is a luxury
To be found in a graveyard of fireflies
The fading paint peels to reveal the rotted wood
Rush and grab buckets of liquid makeup
Throw it in splashes to patch up the holes
But the drifting tectonic plates shift a bit more
And the waves roar in their plaintive disagreement
But, it’s too late
The rocks crack on the edge
And boulders and pebbles alike
Fall from the limbs of the ground like ripe apples
(If only Newton were here to see it)
To feed the voracious waters
Already plethoric from swallowing my soul
Being freed from confines of a body and time
I watch you try to renovate this dilapidated, crumbling space
Where I once lived
But we both know even Pangaea was separated
Eventually