Sewing Echoes as Graphomania Tunes


Karma slang graphomania;
along sesquipedalian waste nymph appliqué –
             the triage echoes gut name verbiage
to denounce hex acoustics.

Unalive pleat mirage –
                               priapus phloxes;
                                         cacoepy – hymnals yearn…

Attacks say;
              sinew deontology.
                              Sewing logorrhea
                                        as apiary jargon tunes.

Eridanus audio;
        vivace of no cetacean proximate;
                 louse retrogression, peaceful applause broken.




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51 thoughts on “Sewing Echoes as Graphomania Tunes

  1. Ah Charlie, I can sew! I can make a pleated gown appliqued with any flower(s) so gorgeous it will sing to your eyes. Yet, I feel there is someone deceitful on the wings of our dying bees (and butterflies). Someone you are calling out in this poem. Someone who more truthfully rides on the backs of lice.

    1. Love your interpretation, Resa. No, I’m not calling out anyone.
      Just wanted to create something truly different with this poem
      and test it out to my readers and see if there’s an imagery opening up to the readers themselves.

      In other words, I was sewing my own wordage of fabrics to inspire anyone.

    1. Thank you my friend.

      Your assessment is correct. No matter how much things get better only returns much worse in a karma kind of way. Humans are trying, but perfection isn’t that easy to call about change.

      We’re we become divided, the sewing of ourselves need to join forces to fight the true power of monsters that control such systems.

        1. In a split way. 50% of the population on the right want peace & the other 50% population want War.
          It’s a difficult conflict at hand, and this has been going on forever.
          I don’t believe either of us want to be perfect, however, we want to believe in hope that we can rebuild ourselves
          and become good people who want to see people of all cultures come together and give our voice to our political leaders of what they are doing if horribly wrong and their laws should change, either for good or bad.

    1. Thank you, Beth.

      What I was trying with this poem – is giving it a bit of something good and something that I believe we can all relate to humanity and the connection to our planet. The conflict, the struggle, and the separation within us all.

      I think I tried and did a good job and writing my own creative way of thinking.

  2. Another beauty ! This time, the words sizzle with syllables that touch the tongue with singsong tones . Karma is something that we come back to , maybe that will push us to the right path .
    You ended it awesome, Charlie.
    I very definitely want to read this again.

    1. You can’t connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something – your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life. ~ Steve Jobs

      Yes, we treat others good we receive back with greatness.

  3. Charlie,

    this poem made me think of the time you were in the hospital
    and you told the doctor not to cut off anything that looked valuable

    I wish that I could complain about the excess homo-erotic content

    next time
    possibly add some dirty pirate talk
    or the word SODOMY in capital letters
    or the smell of a cigarette

    poetry is easier to read when you don’t overstuff the words
    Flarf poetry becomes over-stuffed furniture in a small space

    there are far too many curtains in your poetry
    a raging river through a painful inner life
    subject matter desperate to relax

    yes, you and I throw rocks at isolation and loneliness

    1. Not at all. 🙂 This was just a metaphor of sewing the creativity of words and our way of expressing ourselves through language and existence of otherworldly.


      P.S I posted another new one. 🙂 The title and everything will blow your mind away. 🙂

      1. I know… but I can’t help thinking silly things… despite the appearances it’s hard for me to take anything really seriously… 😜

    1. Thank you, David.

      Since, I followed your page and by the way…I’m heading to read your work. You’ll notice on my page if you are following my page as well. Anything that I post here with my poetic work is never the same. Everything is written different and I love words and language.

        1. And also, the titles give the writing a great progression in style and imagery.

          P.S I posted a new one today. The title is called: The Skeptic Buddhist Gave three a Dried seven hoax. Check that one out and then compare to this one.

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