because …
you
say I for me
that is why my
breath buoys your lungs
why the dim depth of my eye
measures yours
reflected
tentacular thoughts
wrapping
strangulating
spattering what’s left like
sea foam to sand
to write its own stories -
those are dreams
they shape as they wish
WHAT they wish
taken or taken
bliss …
or disturbance
leaving very little more
than dreck
yet …
I am whole
and as powerful as Prometheus
because …
you say I for me.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, March 14, 2023
Categories:
tentacular, allusion, analogy, character, introspection,
Form: Free verse
“he astringed a vein in the loquacious tongue
- triggered plunger syringe needle and zaz...-
now see how this psychedelia is fleeting
and the silent world that in rainbows dissolves”
when and if you wanted to hide
the stings or dreams were like this
[this being one of other inapparent ways
to inoculate narcotics]
(people actually don't know
the paths of a map if they don't walk it)
people who are absent from themselves
lost by electronic platforms
inept and inania
ignore their core
because the organism stretches
as if all the members were
octopuses tentacular stems
but the world today is disenchantment
we are nanotragedy in microcosm
peddlers prostrate on ancestral rocks
mere distracted reptiles
disguised
dissolute
dysmorphic
dysphoric
dyslexics
distant.
Categories:
tentacular, analogy, drug,
Form: Free verse
old, aeolian rauks! a rugged cliffy coast...
foamy splash of the sea azure in tumult, uproarious tide!
tentacular visions i behold
from deep Charybdis depths...
the eyestalks of giant ocean-snails
broadcast watery apocalypse
a halatinous parching of viperfish throats
murmur thick vibrations
from abyssal floor...
Categories:
tentacular, angst, ocean,
Form: Free verse