Long Esophagus Poems
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* Just a note to mention that I posted a blog regarding the final results of testing for toxins from the Ohio Train Derailment that I have been writing about.
They found numerous chemicals including up to 20 dioxins in the soil here and matches to the chemicals that were on the train in the Ohio Derailment. More analysis is being done before it may be included in their news updates on the news.
I knew it had sickened me here with the snow March 1st and all the wildlife changes etc, but the amount of chemicals is shocking.
A lot to figure out now. Dioxins are the worst you can find and cannot be broken down or removed. My old realtor says the property cannot be sold as usual due to all the serious toxins.
The phenol benzene that was detected on my tree also causes stomach and esophagus issues, low red cell count, all that I have now.
The dioxins cause skin lesions and I am dealing with those with infection now too. The health issues go fast and what is happening in nature with the trees lately is so fast too.
I am working hard at lots of leads for this situation. Thank you to those bearing with it and supporting my poetry even when my muse is gone.
I feel trapped. Inside my own body.
There’s so much I want to change about myself and who I am, but I can’t.
I feel the tiny ribbons of who I am fighting against each other inside me.
Under my left shoulder I feel the red ribbon pulling me to give who I love everything and anything I have to offer.
Through my arms I feel my blue ribbons telling me that what I’m giving is mine, things that they worked to earn me. They tell me no.
In my thighs I feel the purple ribbons complain of such desire for things that the orange ribbon in my head knows is not right. They tear each other apart, confetti.
Wrapped around my bones I feel a white ribbon straighten my spine and push me to do better, to carry more. The thing is, I don’t know if the white ribbon is telling me to carry more for myself, or others.
Wrapped around my throat, there is a green ribbon. This one chokes back words that I want to say most, that will do the worst things. Green ribbon let’s out word vomit when it isn’t paying attention and I make mistakes. Green ribbon restricts me and frees me all at once, my words die in my esophagus.
In control of my knees, claves, and feet is yellow ribbon. Yellow ribbon straightens my walking patterns in variation to how much alcohol has been consumed. But sometimes it falters and I find myself stumbling completely sober and standing straight up when I should be doubled over. These ribbons wrap around each other and meet in knots. They pull on each other until one is in control of the wrong thing and I’m falling.
I’m falling so fast that the air moving past my face is keeping me from breathing and-
Confetti.
I am confetti.
Where the Grass Don't Grow
The historical record bared to see
In worn-torn pages, undecipherable.
And I’m to believe that this sum total
Will explain everything you say to me.
Mixed with phlegm spewed from the esophagus,
Spitting in my face like a rhinoceros,
That means nothing more than that goat in the field,
Whose skull is thicker than the ape’s you entail.
Beat your gums and wave your arms frequent
And act the fool on steroids to impress the simple;
Regurgitating words and acting stupid,
Like an awoken irritant that won’t exit.
Where the grass doesn’t grow, but the “you know” will.
And the rooster struts, and the hens cluck,
And the dogs bark, and the pigs are smart,
And the sun shines on my behind, in kind.
It started on D - flat,
succulent & succinct
soft & rhythmic
loaning hearts pats.
the wail of the piano
caressing the voices' glissando
riffs tampered with the tune,
notes trailing tracks of crest,
demisemiquaver pruned
by the demigod crochet:
parts of belts
accompanying baritone,
baroque & tormenting bass
nursing decrescendo,
an atlas
And then clef,
embellishing the melody,
encore spill the best,
swift fortemente
Hearts lured,
esophagus of the musician
shifting. Pure
steps moving in pleasure,
as the lyrics complimented
the melody
A coda:
a flat accompaniment
severed the passion
as the keys & notes did melt
tumult in rhythm,
sundry languages inflected
the lyrics.
like concerto grosso
of courante on
bagpipes, accordion,
harps, obeos & paino.
now we're stuck
in the maze of this music,
no virtuoso could make meaning of
the tune, lyrics or melody
but we're moving our bodies,
till those that gets weary
goes to hear death's string.
19:09:22:18:47
Be wild me
tighter than air in a balloon….are we?
O2 squeezed between the lines and the coded dots n dashes
We vibrate like the long metal fingers of every rake …on earth
Dirt- grated
….the sound of the pebble as the tines draw across it-
our love song…a mice minuet in A minor
Love me …love me not…
the child chants …the petals fall …each drafting gently away
…floating and dipping in water troughs and valleys
Loves me…loves me not…in a flipside world…
it is all the same
The flesh of your spine rises beneath my hand…drawn up taught….arched and aching
Just as my fine feathers are
I will settle them back at my sides in neat rows…camouflage
raging storm silenced …salty seas and buckling knees spent
your cranium passion…your thought’s desire…your mind manipulation and melt
drives hard steel wedges into your sides…they belt you in…to your electric chair of need
voltage rising
…your straight jacket fashioned to fit snug
fists around your esophagus
somewhere down the hall a metal edged fan …bent from vibration drags it’s fingernail down the black board of the frame
you wince…….I cry out…rock n chant
he loves me…loves me not
We are down to the stamen and stem of it now
No more petals for sale, borrow or rent
(written for and inspired by Silent One's contest but too late to enter it and not really the right style for that contest)
I have been trying to pen these words for days
in a manner that would sound pleasing to the ears
But every form I try the irony just wasn't there,
So I have decided to write down exactly what I hear
in the esophagus
in the esophagus
in the esophagus
resonated powerfullythree times in my ears.
I woke up suddenly
and I'm still contemplating the meaning of these
mysterious words.
Eutectic water ice with a time-extending elixir,
Casting a trivial covering of aqueous freezing.
In the puncture spirits of an exquisite spritzer,
The Esophagus of a beat glass, sublimating.
Casting a trivial covering of aqueous freezing,
Wadded ash fills slander odious minds' breath.
The Esophagus of a beat glass, sublimating,
Vast flows of roses were built by the breadth.
Wadded ash fills slander odious minds' breath,
Feudal grief waves of cosmic spirits slayed.
Vast flows of roses were built by a breadth,
Memory eye is blinded by the soul conveyed.
Feudal grief waves of cosmic spirits slayed,
Her blood pours odorless love glass blossom.
Memory eye is blinded by the soul conveyed,
A silk heart buried in the onyx city of bloom
Her blood pours odorless love glass blossom,
Ice-cold skin, the disappearance of the spirit.
A silk heart buried in the onyx city of bloom,
Melding in the red rain of the horizon demerit.
Ice-cold skin, the disappearance of the spirit,
In the puncture spirits of an exquisite spritzer.
Melding in the red rain of the horizon demerit,
Eutectic water ice with a time-extending elixir.
Written: May 17, 2022
I eat them as if l am possessed,
I ravage them one by one intelligently,
Chewing carefully but mercilessly,
Orgh, they taste sweet, nice and crunchy,
Better than loose biscuits from market stalls,
I feed day in, day out,
As l feel them running down my esophagus,
Electrical whispers making connections,
Unfolding stories with each firing synapse,
A saga of thoughts, be it ancient or bold,
Always hidden mysteries waiting to see,
In between the enigma of minds,
Breathing them every second of my life,
Making me live like l can’t live without them,
Generating ideas 2miles per second,
Seeing through mishaps beforehand,
The biggest star of insight,
Guess there is nothing it can’t do,
The hero in darkness and daylight,
Sensitive to life ebb and flow,
A universe of thoughts, uniquely mine.
a miracle happened in the rain today
i learned how to swim
truth became a beauty queen
love became the confirmation
a miracle happened in the rain today
i learned how to properly walk
'free' became an understandable meaning
love became the confirmation
a miracle happened in the rain today
i learned how to take smoother and smarter steps
exhalations no longer burn my chest and my esophagus
love became the confirmation
a miracle happened in the rain today
i learned how to look at for granted things from both sides
all directions now have a much clearer focus
love became My Colorless/ColorFull Emancipation
You ran away from me
Neglecting the past, present and future
Like a bird migrating- you flew
I lost sight of you
Drifting away, red balloon
Lost in the abyss of the blue
My heart ripped in two at the time
I remanence and feel the pain,
That dull dagger drilling into my esophagus
I recall the questions
Wanting answers I wasn’t ready for
Why would you leave yourself-
Fallen identity- what is an identity?
My soul once mirrored yours like a puzzle piece
And now-
I don’t even remember –
Your features- your smile-
It’s all an empty VHR recording
Like someone wiped my brain clean-
What good is memory when it can be erased
Now I know I have become one person
A whole, who no longer looks for reflection
Who no longer tries to see myself in you-
Or anyone else for that matter
My dear twin flame,
I lost myself with you but now I’ve found her and I can’t see you anymore