Eye Socket Poems

Bubbly Advice

One champagne bottle to another: 
I hope you won’t think me crass 
for asking if you’re feeling bloated
 with gas as I am, and millions of others.

Keep in mind our distress it’s not 
a quirk of nature but a method 
developed over years by vintners 
and improved over the centuries: 

the goal to change a good still wine 
into a great prize winning champagne 
with a worldwide fame for those rare 
and special occassions when only 

the finest champagne deserves to be 
served. For eager party-goers 
the excitement begins when the cork 
is popped (a sometime dangerous 

piece of work, by-the-way, especially 
if the bottle was purposely shaken 
for a special effect and the cork 
released like a projectile fired
 
from a cannon and it lodges in
someone’s eye socket, God forbid!) 
though the relief from years of 
pent up gas for millions of us 

bottles is immediate and not 
unlike that urgency many 
humans share when fecal matter 
is long held back and with force 

and effort is released – if you’ll 
pardon the crude analogy.

CRIPPLING PAIN AND SUFFERING

AFTER TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY MANY CHANGES OCCUR FOR ME IT WAS COPING WITH ANXIETY VERTIGO ATTACK WHERE YOU FEEL LIKE YOU ARE ALWAYS ON A LEDGE FINALLY THE GROUND COMES UP TO MEET YOU THERE I WAS STANDING ON TOP OF A FLIGHT OF STAIRS RECOVERING FROM MY INJURIES FROM THE CAR CRASH PREPARING MYSELF FOR MASS SINGING IN THE CHIOR WHEN THIS OVERWHELMING FEELING DIZZY FRIGHTENING I FELT MYSELF FALLING I TRIED TO GRAB THE RAIL THERE WAS NO RAIL I FELL FROM THE TOP OF THE STAIR CASE TO THE CONCRETE GROUND FRACTURING HIP PELVIS LAYING THERE WITH INTERNAL BLEEDING PHYSICAL THERAPY CHIROPRACTIC CARE ORTHOPEDIC CARE NOW THE BONES ARE DEFORMED SEVERE PAIN AND SUFFERING I'M BLESSED MY HUSBAND TAKES GOOD CARE OF ME SURVIVING A CAR BOMB CRUSHED EYE SOCKET FRACTURED NASAL ARCH TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY I EVEN INJURED MY HIP FRACTURED HAND I TWO STROKES LEARNING TO WALK AGAIN I NEVER DREAMED I'D BECOME CRIPPLED JUST WAKE UP AND CAN'T MOVE MY LEGS UNABLE TO WALK UNABLE TO MOVE MY LEGS MY LOWER BODY GAVE OUT SEVERE ONGOING PAIN AND SUFFERING RECEIVING CARE SICKNESS AND HEALTH ANTHONY AND YOLANDA CATHOLIC WAR VETERANS

YOU CAN'T HAVE MY AMERICAN POETRY EXCESSIVE BULLY

AMERICAN HAD CHANGED FOR ME WRITING POETRY SAVED MY LIFE SAVED MY BRAIN DURING TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY TREATMENT WHEN I MISSED SPELLED WORDS AND STILL I CONTINUED TO WRITE POEMS WITH A FRACTURED HAND A CRUSHED EYE SOCKET FRACTURED NASAL ARCH AND STILL I WROTE GOD IS SUCH A BLESSING IN MY LIFE MEANING I FORGIVE MY ENEMIES MAKE NO MISTAKE MY IDENTITY THIEVES PERPATRATED IDENTITY FRAUD AGAINST ME IMPERSONATING ME GOD ONLY KNOWS ONE THING FORSURE YOU CAN'T HAVE MY AMERICAN POETRY I SHALL DIE WRITING FREEDOM FROM JAMAICAN JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY IDENTITY THEIF TWISTED OBSESSION TO MY AMERICAN POETRY GOD BLESS AMERICA

Compulsive writing Disorder

Khandahar is where all began IED ignited 
my skull in the blink of an eye Kabul came 

into view as the smoke clears my body was 
being rushed through tunnels the hot sun burning
 
my flesh sand gravel stuck in my pores I remember 
tears on my cheeks that burned like acid rain DOA
 
DOA medic screamed I thought are they talking about me
while my eye ball hung out the eye socket my nasal arch 

was crushed my eye socket crushed my brain hurt 
voices muffled as my body lay there stay with me 

stay with me I was rushed off again through another 
tunnel my brain hurt lights were shining in my eye 

I could not speak where am I my mouth opened 
nothing came out my vision could not focus am I alive 

panic set in I need to know can I be I losing my sight 
medic passes me notepad and pen here dear just write

Ket Poetry Challenge

I have seen plenty of things never been experienced by an alive eye socket.
I have been through the struggle of filling my empty pockets.
Call me a sprocket.
But I have valid questions.
Like, when will our country restore its status as food basket?
When will I have fresh water in the bucket?
When will I have my next brisket?
With the above granted I will very jubilated like a player who has found a wicket.
How I wish I played cricket.

Analysis Paralysis

By criss-cross catalysis,
Pillaged from memory—from pill.
Paralysis of analysis:
Stuck inside, and outside still.

Eyes locked,
No sign,
Neck straight, head cocked,
Eye-socket lined,
Long curved spine.

Focus inside outer locus,
A junk of mental hocus-pocus. 
Bogus begs the beggar be,
Rather than fathomed,
Of withered crocus.

Lillith spillith an eider-dew;
Upon the eider-down.
Willith he then simmer, stew, 
A ‘neath the Summer New?

Winter fell, and song-man cryeth,
To’ve been and not much else.
Itching on an itch till nigh death!
Approaches oceans inside of shells.

Echo yonder Spring in light,
And sight might be delight.
While still the tactile tends too trite,
Yet flickered, ever glowing bright. 

Eyes ‘hind,
Blind mind,
Find neither sign,
Nor time,
By petty dime.
Found ground,
Deep down,
6, puddled clown,
Without beast at behest. 

By liver drowned to dialysis,
Watered words upon the sea,
Crissing-crossed heaves—phthisis,
Waits for numbed catastrophe.

Ode To Australian Numbat

australian numbat is cuter than a chipmunk, monkey or cat.
with deep claws that know how to dig out food so fat.
tiny brown eyes and shiny nose remind us of the snout of a deer.
his striped eye socket is chipmunk-like, and crystal clear.

termites are the numbat’s diet of choice of course.
never a poetic subject of Poe or Joyce, like a horse.
but he devours termites twenty thousand strong.
not yearly, but daily. I do not think this is wrong.

reptiles and raptors – pythons and eagles too….
try to catch and devour numbats as foxes do.
numbats sense of smell is overly developed, keen.
at Yookamurra Sanctuary they can easily be seen.

mumbats' caves and cottages are actually hollow logs.
where he can hide from feral cats and dogs.
george moore recorded his first one in 1833.
“Looks like a squirrel, weasel or striped cat to me.”

God's Polaroid

        Seven second serendipitous develop
        Macro piano keys maestro, Lord
        Ceiling laden with citrus psychedelic
        Unsatiated homosapiens flawed


        Ghost film fire eye-socket negatives
        Kaleidoscope rolls in their skulls
        Soiree opaque pink sequin sedatives
        Scintillate wicked sinful impulse
  
  
        Protein hungry industry herds herbivores 
        Apex predator caves to serpent 
        Coveted control position consumes pure
        Curious article of cruel torment 


        Sacred score smudged in blood punishes
        Hell or Heaven editors insidious 
        Emit charcoal chuckles, lit match judges
        Bicker Bible's pixels ambiguous 


        Dusk draws hills, halcyon skied silhouette
        God made man strive in shadow
        Modified paradise prints timely pirouette
        Gluttony grabs hanging mangos

        
       
           
             22nd February
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The Bone Tree

From beneath a long frozen earth
ancient human bones surface,
they rise far enough for an eye-socket
to be seeded.

A sapling grew from out of that skull.
In time the skull became a tree.

Like many tree’s its skeleton was on the outside
but the bone-tree’s bark was harder.

It grew gnarled and knotted, grimly striated
were it knurled as if a twisted growth
had tortured wood into blackened bone.
It’s leafage was scant, spiked, and leathery,
thorns were it canopy.

Some claimed it to be an old apple tree,
yet no fruit did it ever bear.

After hundreds of fruitless years
it fell, stuck down
by its own inflexibility,
its unbending bones broken forever.

From beneath a long frozen soil
where once a garden flourished
a serpent slid away
seeking more blind eyes.

Common Side Effects

You enter your mind daily.
Sometimes you swim in an eye-socket.
Science has proven
that poetry is highly contagious
so never go anywhere or mingle
with the rest of humanity.
Sadly there is no cure.
Eventually the brain gets spongy
which of course
is the only upside to this condition,
for it can be used to mop up
after you spill your guts
all over a page.

Forward and Backward

Pumping up perky paces
Prospective previews streak into wishing well
Trimming down tranquil traces
Nostalgic tears sneak out of eye socket parallel

Eye Socket Ball

Grating dry bone gyrations bend perception in Grand Hall
Mirrored gilt adornment reflects danced audacity wall to wall
Skeletons twisted manoeuvres conducive with talents tall
Spotlights radiate through ribcages, display spine curled gall

Cabaret kicks, garish grins combine Can - Can spectacle
Enthused leg lifts see renegade toe bone thrown as marble 
Audience shock for fox trotting flesh rotted fiends appall
Serves vigour of skeletal skin shaken windmill limb enthrall




24th October 2020

Written for Contest : Eight Creepy Lines
Sponsor:  Tania Kitchin

Doctor Please Hurry

A bullfrog jumped into my eye socket today.
Pushed my retina aside, and was clearly on his way.
I can feel him jumping around. My sight is blurry.
Doctor, please come quick, as if you are in a hurry.

Rain

Petrichor is practically visible.
As the sun breaks rain, taste buds evaporate memory.
Profound liquid circumstantially accumulate round eye perimeter.
Sniff some evaporated rain water here; mind you.
Point your nose holes up, there.
Roll some eye socket joints.
Always locate how normal you are.
Lie about where? 
Sniff some evaporated rain water here; mind you.  
Point your nose holes up, there.
Roll some eye socket joints. 
Always locate how normal you are. 
Lie about where?

-Ironic Zinc 
6-09-16

Game of Starbucks

I am standing 
In a line scene
Cuz my body
Needs its caffeine 

And in front of me some dink
Orders a confusing drink
Now he’s changing ‘round his order
With our patients growing shorter

And a sword from
Someone’s pocket
Now sticks through the
Guy’s eye socket

Du du du du 
Du du du du
Du du du-du du-du du-du...

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