POEMS THAT MAKE NO SENSE (1)
another kind of pink
bothers me
a blue razor rusting
in my throat
black backboned
unbendable
blend meanings into
leafy greens
uncrossed white iced
particles
melt into hazy faded
greys
gold threads of barbwire
silver
groan purple through
mauve moans
red blood rivulets
seep deep to
their feet
splashing beats on
soiled brown musty
sheets
in
defeat
© Kim van Breda—7 October 2015
Categories:
backboned, poetry,
Form: I do not know?
Crossroads talk like trees
Staring at the street
Backboned sights
Unable to dance around
Yet instead prefer to sink
In the inverted rock pit
Gutless planets building
The most fearful liquid
Nebular night
Flowing cracks
Drowned in beauty and salt
Diamonds with no pride
Pale language
Produces greenish blush
Fingertips crash and grow
Labyrinths of submarine talk
Paper stone steps
Keep flying straight
Fastest way to get lost
Highway notes
Portals keep them cold
Trigger every verse
Beyond and beyond
Until every cloud falls
Snails shall grow and evolve
Oh, sorry about that
Took the sharpened road
Flat spikes release coral spores
Psychedelic magma floods
Should avoid looking up…
Categories:
backboned, confusion
Form: I do not know?