Best Kafka Poems

"Women are traps
that lay for men
everywhere"
said Franz Kafka,
"in order to drag them into the infinite."

Maybe.
But why not,
Women are incense
that invites men and other women
and all genders everywhere
into the in-between infinite

EarthMother incense
invites 
omnisciently enlightened 
AnthroMind,
omnipotently empowered 
EarthBody

CoPassioning
FatherSun
MotherEarth 
integrity

Lighting fragrant dawn
powering fertile dusk....

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“Kafka Disordered”



Kafka disordered 
never complete
in himself 
burning stories 
fuel for Nero
dreams of you
reading him 
wrapt under 
the covers
of his last pages 
tattooing his voice
on your tongue

lips pass keys
legs entwined
love notes 
never run

Metamorphosis
the trial

(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)





"Mirror Forever" / Weyes Blood
https://youtu.be/tQ1CH2_Arws


"Andromeda" / Weyes Blood
https://youtu.be/Aki1Xn36eJ8






“Every thing you love...

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What is this creepy thing
Infecting my body?
Busily digesting my flesh, melting,
The first stages of the blob.
End of my extremities
Swell ominously, wriggling,
Undulating like giant worms
Busily digesting my tissue
I’m becoming what I fear most,
Mistaken for castings
Shoveled up and thrown
On the compost heap....

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I am lying in bed
a dark room, blinded light
I feel like I am dying
I want to drink water while I am dying
the way a lilac does until its final end.
My past is creeping by
some memories are sweet, sweet like apricots
sun ripped 
some are bitter, bitter...

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A castle that can never be entered.
A village I can never leave.
Snow covered and stifling....

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Dead as a fallen log,
but turned into a human.

A gutbag of small pumps,
red rivers and spilled salt.

Drains, curves and arches
as in a Roman town.

Forced back into life,
stranger than an insect.
Less noble. Lock the door....

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The older I grow the more I’m thankful for Franz Kafka
Who…I’ve read…and I’ve been told
Said:
Anyone who keeps the ability to find beauty
never will grow old...

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my days as a
larvae are
largely a
worth
while
living

eating leaves
apart from bark
of fallen trees
life's a lark
except to
mind the

aardvarks and
andvanced
chimps that
surmise this
stick looks
like a tool

but that's old
school for a
feeling foretold
someday my wings
would unfold and
what after all are

wings 
but who am i
to think these
things untrue
so a day comes
and i find...

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       The vision of beauty is crucial.
        By maintaining this ability,
         human beings do not age!...

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A man wakes beneath an unbroken sky,
the sand whispering riddles to his skin.
He does not know how he arrived,
only that he must explain himself
to a judge who never appears.

The wind carves hieroglyphs in the dunes,
letters shifting before they can be read.
He follows them, searching for...

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All Quiet On The Frontal Lobes

A battle was fought: his Medulla oblongata versus an electrical socket.
The electrical appliance distributors made a racket. So did his screams.
But its pure, scientifically certified - who am I to besmirch and mock it ?
From now on his ol' rumbustious...

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When I woke up this morning 
I was not in my bed.
I found myself instead
Inside Franz Kafka's head.

He started Metamorphosis,
I thought, 'What is this?'"

There was no panic
I just sat back and watched
A master at his craft
Until my plan was botched.

He noticed me 
Inside his head
As...

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