Untitled visual poem

The Self Kissing Frog short surreal visual fairy tale poem

the self
 



                  kissing




                                                   frog.

Rainbow surreal poem fantastical drunken lament about religion and giant tweezers

The following was half dadaist writing experiment half fan fiction

I took two pages in a bar scene from Ian Esselmont's Stoneweilder 

selected fragments of sentences and words

and strung them together with a little sci fi twist

and other twisty twists!

Rainbow

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of this covenant….. 

I was merely dictating my calling!

rubbed the sleep 

rub a dub dub

from my eyes

listen!

I'd only dreamed

of such generosity

don't you see

don't you?!

you see….

blinkered 

in a negative

confrontation

as you are

listen!

chants

in a crowded room

eyed

uncertain

silent

ah yes, in that place

i remember

the dirtiest most degrading tasks

and the children! the children!

won't you buy me another shot?

wide eyed 

and soft 

suspicious of such generosity

I had no intention of leaving

let's drink to the children's health…

to their health!

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the drunken brawls 

like a grin

it was me 

small and chanting

such destruction

from my small unformed hands

such fear

now awake 

and grinning…. 

yet you helped me

you had seen no sign

half-blood

the old indigenous tribes

and another civilized 

or so it would seem

and the seat of office

officially closed

no justice

no justice here

faith

and faked pleasure

a regular hot bed of black market activities

buying and selling 

harvesters of rainbow light

in air Zeppelins

shining

holy vessels 

virgin voyage

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large golden tweezers

way up in the air

of this covenant 

I was merely dictating my calling

a promise

a dream

I'd only dreamed

of such generosity

under the skirts

of golden domes

The air Zeppelins 

ufos

a calling 

harvest the photons

distilled in funnels

dripped in beakers

infused in blood

what was this promise?

half-blood

i am….

the old indigenous tribes

know best

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that there is no justice

in faith and faked pleasure

revived and animated

fading

the survivors

of the first 

flood

did not look up.

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The Egg Collective surreal political poem about capitalism and reincarnation

The Egg Collective

www.veganoutreach.org

a never ending supply of bright young things

geometric angels 

become softer

rounder

broken.

damaged further

into

perfection.

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The Egg Collective

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a never ending supply of bright young things

geometric angels 

become softer

rounder

broken.

damaged further

into

perfection.

The Egg Collective

sharonswannabecottage.blogspot.com

a never ending supply of bright young things

geometric angels 

become softer

rounder

broken.

damaged further

into

perfection.

My First City Siren surreal poem

My First City Siren

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my first city siren

came winging out of the night

like a god mouth howling

without a god head thinking

a brother sister hurting

the red flashed like the sweetest 

sugar crackle

sweet haze

of confusion

that struck me so

in my lofty vision

but I lived near a hospital

and the god ear shriveled 

up on the godhead god

all the old gods

are sick and 

silent 

here

the illusion of heaven

are crickets in the field

are toads in the pond

a choir of the first 

songs

my first city siren was so young a voice

bouncing off the brick and mortar

born

I fear it might become

an old song

one day

and a new voice

beyond 

rises

in 

it's

pain

but whatever 

head that is 

god

you might be

throw it back

all unhinged 

and raw

the first city siren

that rips through your

dark mind

windows

flashed

illuminating

the chirp

and hum

of the field

glowing

radiating

incandescent 

our voice knows 

no words

for such

pain

our footsteps crush

the choir

so sympathetic

to our

journey 

but 

tread lightly

for

past the

crushed and crashed

silence

of our 

quaking hands

and restless feet

the still

earth 

reveals 

the gnaw of worms

in the earth

that is

our bodies

without sound

my first city siren

passed my by

an ache

in my

godhead

god

an ache

under

the 

fedora hat

a halo i so

remove

from my ears

in the meadow

of false heaven

the ground still

eats away

beyond

beyond

(from wiki commons)