~he Licks the News, To Taste Reality~
Alone these thoughts like annoying buzz,
zealously trample across minds agenda,
beguile what plans I had planned to play.
Yearning for release from ancient scab,
can I not sheath their crashing climax?
Xenon prayers list low and anaemic,
downtrodden by shoe-tied eyes that follow
well worn cracks on streets abandoned,
each a highway leading to Kiev;
vanishing below an abstract vale,
forever just beyond the viewpoint of you.
Understand that I cannot brush-off
grand schemes that like a fight,
tear at this conscience with no weeping.
How to answer, when no explanations
seem to be the only thing of worth,
is it incest to want only to be an absconder,
running away from pointless virtuosi;
jailed within the cell of no IQ,
quartered selection of questions without hadj.
Killing comes easy, just like dust we sweep,
placing debris deep beneath hurled mockingstock,
letting little pieces seep from cracks in cameo.
Onward now, let shadowed steps quell
morass before in monologues we drown.
Nothing guards the truth like scum,
mouthing platitudes with disdain,
overtly sprouted from a slack jowl
like leaking facet of over-filled bravado.
Perchance they may be caught in backtrack
Kedging the clanger they left for scrap
Quaintly sheared to adj:
just don’t let them know in Iraq;
remember the vaginati
in solemn procession carrying a war
shoulder-high so the world couldn’t laugh
however hard it trickled grenades
to immature fingers like gum-drops spilling
gratuitously from some rich git.
Ungrateful, that’s the blind bluff
following coarse imagery of a western haiku;
valediction for dried bones of scree.
Everybody knows it makes excellent TV,
when doe-eyed reporters stutter deaths listed,
debutantes on hells split and saw.
Xenophobic tendencies keep me in sync,
clinging to something, courtesy of my pillbox,
yet I often wondered, whose rule of thumb
beckoned me to open these ideas; stay
zeroed to non-committal syncytia,
alone with these thoughts as they buzz.
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The double helix abecedarian. It is a remarkably complex and difficult form. The
structural concept of the form is as follows:
The first line begins with A and ends with Z
the next line begins with Z and ends with A
The next line begins with B and ends with Y
The next line begins with Y and ends with B
The next line begins with C and ends with X
The next line begins with X and ends with C
and so on.
Copyright © Colin Marschall | Year Posted 2009
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