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carve.through.a.luri
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Categories:
ical, dark, scary, surreal,
Form: Concrete
'S-kitch-ical Thoughts'
Instead of scraping the N.E.W.S.
off the top of what they ‘feed’ us,
We must remember to check the kitchen
to find out who has ordered the meal!
Instead of trusting the cooks
that make each entree ‘seem’ delicious,
We must remember to check ingredients,
to see what, if any, is real!
It is nothing new
that America is getting fat
(LEFT and RIGHT)
© 2018 Jeffrey Spencer
Categories:
ical, food, health, truth,
Form: Free verse
Code-ical echoes rise with the dawn
On yellow reeds tobacco smoked fog
Aged and stained the hunter waits
Whiskey breath with bullets cold
Quak quak then pop pop is heard
Duck for dinner is just around the corner
Just past the rifle barrel as it unloads
Categories:
ical, absence, age, bird, conflict,
Form: Free verse
name: Socrates
the crime: asebeia
the verdict: conium maculatum
„oh, what an irony!
now let me finish my last drink
I’ve been training long enough
so I won’t tremble or run away
give me the coins, my eyes are ready
and don’t forget about that rooster!
since I’ll exist without my physical body
from now on“
Categories:
ical, death, philosophy,
Form: Free verse
Melody moves dainty feet bare
as zephyrs whiff her fragrant hair.
Prima girl dances on her toes
though she cries, nobody knows...
muse-ical notes float in the air.
Pepper and zest enhance her flare,
yet pirouettes cause eyes to tear.
Music is wherever she goes,
Melody moves.
Up on her toes, ignores what's there;
dance for today, live on a prayer.
Still performing the pomp she knows,
delicate fluidity shows,
though broken, she does persevere,
Melody moves.
Susan Ashley
July 19, 2017
Categories:
ical, child, courage, daughter, inspiration,
Form: Rondeau
Tyrannical,
tourette-ical,
tic-tic-tic-tic-tocking,
twisting, tangling, tumbling,
the words tie in tight Gordian knots
trying to flee the faltering tongue
in a staggering, staccato rhythm,
sounds now chat, chat, chat, chattering
out of his mouth as unpredictable
and uncoordinated utterances;
as if, as if, as if, AS....IF
they were bubbles, popping
as they rise, rise
from the depths
of the sea.
Categories:
ical, abuse, bullying, fear, imagery,
Form: Free verse
Judaism -- vers-
us -- Zionism: Polit-
ical poppycock.
Categories:
political
Form: Haiku
In.sane in the membrane of my brain
or sane in the insanity of this game...
Row row, I'm rowing, between synapses
I'm flowing, silent rivers I'm riding
like a train...
Rollercoaster rollin' faster, in a flash
synaptic laughter, as these neurons
remain.in the lane...
"Hey you and you two,
Me too? Yeah dude, her too..."
Synaps the chatter in my brain.
"Nervous sister? We're not kidding
it's a system living, listen, we're
the hear in the sphere of your sane.
Checkin' time in between and
between the membrane."
10 billion cortical pyramidals,
passing signals, giggles, riddles,
checking time against a rhyme
from the outer layer to middle.
~core.text you say codexes delay,
it's a logical process.ical, theoretical way
crazy spelling these a'daze.....Codices.
Breathe... and don't mess with our cortex
messages..."
Inner wind, blowing high, gears shift
moving this ride, hand wiggles the
scribbling scribe as I write.
Memories into the light, but who
in the train remains tonight.
As I look about with my candlelight,
in the night, there's One.
Am I in.Sane?
Categories:
ical, imagination, mystery, space, timetime,
Form: I do not know?
typeitallout,doesn'tthatseemnice?
would
it be like
a mantra
giving each thought
its own
universe-in-verse?
or,
inversely,
trapping thought
so pure
so muse
-ical
into
some stilted
pattern
a vice
of semi-pleasing
expression-expressing-expression
that's never quite what
it seems?
isit/
arethey
phones? morphs? memes?
the unassembled
vehicle of dreams?
Categories:
ical, death, imagination, introspection, life,
Form: Blank verse