this person is pretty cool, and i’m not just saying that because he put me inside a poem. (but he did and that is pretty awesome)soothsayer with catnip
entrenched in heartache,count me out the combustive
synapse potentialsthat pardon your sorrow,
leap your grandeur.what pictures are playing
on that stiff drink?
it is a constant struggle,
running trains to their edges and
withholding movement from cartographers/
whose only true love is
finding out
this movement;
nomadic sponsored dream
that denies being a symbol, or
having ever given up,
collapses on itself
pocketful of maps
but no stars, no compass
it is a viscous walk back and forth/
and as pacing substitutes
affirmative action, melting on the tracks
seems refreshing
if shape was transferred/you are
vague; the liquid gold
that fills my gaps/
fate allots
a bear to fall
after rare feats;
a tall rose
a fleet of bees
steal!
at least
foretell a star
a thick moon bear
regaled, it bore a mark
as heavy as it sits and
there remains a thicker
finality; the butcher would
reconcile, collapsing
tender thighs with heavy metal
an ocelot conversed with Neptune;
its back toward the ocean,
so as to imagine froth, and swiftly
run across a winding path
what fuels anger in the shells?
that which Visigoths can attest as plight
is a nuclear combustion we lay under
and the ocelot wished for a forest
to which the universe replied with algae;
“oh Neptune, if you don’t comply
the waves will speak; whom I.”
A lovely collaboration! ^__^ Thanks to charleyfoster for entertaining such a nice idea!Every corner of voice is
heaven with a shotgun
Tonight I am one
of the silent weights
down among them
Alive in the undergrowth
pernicious by moonlight
where the earth is crazy
and the lake is bound until dawn
an effervescence that turns whispers
into lingering fears of cellular growth
grinds slowly toward exponential realizations
to the maxims of reflective utterance
For today we pound sadness
From the heavens
Where two planes collide
giraffe paradise seems bleak on bright days
as neon fruit baskets dwell
beyond reach and
each leaf is the noose;
a repetitive pressure that gathers
around cervical vertebrae
it keeps delirious as
steel strings bind relative necks
to gates that don’t want to open