OEDIPAL

Fallen Crocus leaking udder
 could not turn within 
puddles murky wade bacteria still 
filled with slugs, bugs ludicrously crawling 
who tried to warn her with slimy 
                                             S c o r n
relaying daily that to turn faucet
was very thing to open
Sky, Heart, chlorophyll vibrating in swing
loosening apron Strings —

not endless baking of tarts to gobble sweet 
sad —- Oedipal she preferred 
starting day with farts, dough rising
….dandelion ticks 
                               popping 

meadows, mountains mutinous 
remain stuck in Dante’s purgatory rut 
frozen  d r e a m-ponds
creepers like waiting ropes
twirl laundry slave, Slippery hope 
                                             S l o P e
lumpity bumps remained to beam—-
yard hosting corrugated elastic plastic 
                                gathering guano gooing 
                                     noisily scowling 

‘must I dish your food ?!!’
wrinkled petals howl
‘Yes, please…’ from potato 
couch —- creamy curry it would 
                  seem…
                                  with raisins 

Saturdays morn to noon to night
swoon or drift at tv they would  ghostly
                                               G l o a t
at teams losing soccer 
                                                floats
         imbibing dramatised  S o A p s
stressful messy knives and forks 
                                       Gawking Oaks —

starlings sighed singing high notes 
going by, unheard choruses 
unnoticed 
               unkempt grass 
                                g  r. O.  w i. N.  g ___\\\\\
to reach beyond       ^^^
stead’s broken fence 
head ~LOcKED !!

vine with ivy do not applaud 

matters NOT !  neurotic inside-out 
hatters biotic >>
more comfy to waddle in 
    g r a v y   —-  S a v v y
 than Soul to take
                  a soar      A S C E N D I N G
                                  earthy navies

sea cows sleep ——-
forever, wading 
                          SlowLy
 
Sun shines down on 
     aching bones    Cold

               — I circle my own 
                     life force with purple
                             to gold___>>
Copyright © | Year Posted 2026

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Hind Avatar
August 25, 2026 at 10:57 PM
wow, Ghairo. I am loving your voice, it's serene and beautiful, love the cows, and the grass imagery, also vine to ivy, very good <3
Smith  Avatar
August 22, 2026 at 3:27 AM
A fiercely original, surreal journey through domestic stagnation, appetite, guilt, and the difficult pull toward awakening. The vivid grotesquerie and explosive visual spacing create a fever-dream energy, while the final circling purple life-force leaves a haunting, enigmatic glow.❤️
Daniels Avatar
August 22, 2026 at 4:01 AM
Wow Alison! I always enjoy receiving your feedback. ThkU. 😊
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