Even if dimenality
didn’t convince you
of déjà vu –
Why did you
dry run chapter mucus
as the silver legs
protrude gooishmaw,
serving its own preview
to the have committed begun.
Each morning,
my stomach visits a suicidal opera.
Each night,
I sweat out a demarcation funeral.
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From my view, a gut-wrenching day.
My thoughts exactly!
🙂
Sunshine Charlie,
the crux of the biscuit:
when you permit the rats
to put out their own poison
they pick a flavor that no decent rat
would dare put in his mouth
Simon and Garfunkel would be the perfect flavor
even white rats would say, “no thanks”
“how does that make you feel, Charlie ?”
not everybody at school had their elbows sandpapered
nomadic boy in the bloodstream of Noah and Adam
infected with otherworldliness
to hell with normalcy
I’ve seen you piss in the kitchen sink
total silence
I know that you are upset
each episode makes us more committed
Sunset Michael,
When the dishes are opened
he speaks with the Garfunkel rod –
it is clear
to lay down a storm;
and change George Clooney
from joel schumacher Batman forever, Michael?
Visuals and sunshine
Create each other
as Andre the Giant.
Many magical implants
they infuse on Kombucha –
are usually allowed
to call Adam simon;
a synthesizer tofu foxtrot.
If one of them tries to shake ‘thanks’
a pet of raccoons
will come up with “Amish supports pez dispenser Doritos”
Interesting. I like your observation.
Human emotions are like a safe deposit box.
One may need to solve the password in order to get inside the mind
of what the person might be feeling or experiencing with life.
The answers aren’t that simple.
Excellent. You had me from the opening lines.
I had you the first time when you read it.
However, déjà vu is a code who needs to be solved in order for all this to make sense for the reader.
Maybe? answers? hmmm???
Charlie, love this one – so taut and direct! Brilliant word choices! 🙂
Thank you, Jan.
The word choices we’re just the beginning. I think the ending to the poem itself could signify something the reader can relate, or the opposite of why the writer itself wrote it to begin with. Or, I may be misleading the answer to making the reader feel a déjà vu.
Yes — altogether a great poem!!
Thank you so much, jan. More poems tomorrow. 🙂
Great …….couldn’t stop reading and wondering 😉
Excellent! Hope this poem made more sense than my other work has.
There’s clues to this poem without pointing north.
It was slightly different indeed…..and as I said once I am always unsure in front of poetry of my understanding …..but think that like painting is all on what you see……😊
Exactly. If I learn anything throughout the years…Poetry is never meant to be fully understood. Yes, there are poems out there that do become clear with honesty and emotion. And there are those that hide behind emotion because of feeling so much pain inside. There’s many forms of styles and poetic metaphors on how one expresses themselves. Like you said; painting has its own canvas and we all in some strange way, understood ‘Salvador Dali’s work.’. 🙂
If we’re not careful, every day becomes a deja vu experience! Always got to up our game to stay challenged and engaged 🙂
Yes. The deja vu phenomena has gripped quite a few of humans in our planet and we must be careful and keep an eye out on those forces. More poems to come tomorrow. 🙂
you’re a busy bee – Charlie!
Yes. I’m always doing writing material and I’m pushing the boundaries. 🙂
you certainly push boundaries!
🙂 🙂
I feel like this sometimes. You opened it up with just my thoughts. Life is like that !
And an apt winding up of the verse.
Shirt sweet succinct , says so much . Did a lot for me , like taking the words right outa my mouth.
Ah! You can write like this too, Charlie. You know what I mean.
I’m so glad you know and understood this poem.
I was feeling a lot when I wrote the poem. Lots of imagery started producing in my mind and out of nowhere.
So it became a genius of a verse. Bravo.
🙂
Your new email ID?
Sorry my friend. I had to delete the comment.
A friend of ours on WordPress posted a message about someone
trying to go by her name and comment on other people’s blog post.
The person you tried to comment had no picture.
However, the real person our friend does have a picture and she is real. Just thought I inform you.
Oh yes, I got that.
“Each morning,
my stomach visits a suicidal opera.
Each night,
I sweat out a demarcation funeral.” — perfect.
So happy and glad you loved those lines.
Those lines are my favorite as well. 🙂
Life is a constant merry-go-round Charlie. We repeat history time and time again, is it any wonder at times we get glimpses of ourselves in the mirror and not like that which is reflected back!. Deja-Vu.
We are all on the course for suicidal destruction, the ‘Opera’ this ‘Play’ we are all held within is making its usual high pitched sounds. As the encores take their bows. While the sheep go bahha..
Good to be visiting you Charlie and glad to see you have been busy again with your excellent words..
Have a great week
Hugs Sue x x x
I like it that your style is evolving into a more “sentence-made” one… thumbs up
Thank you, B. My writing always shifts into many forms or outside unconventional techniques.
I posted a new one yesterday if you didn’t get a chance to read it. 🙂
I did…. but it’s less my cup of tea…
I understand. No worries. Listen B, I’m going to be posting an announcement in a minute keep your eyes open. Its good news. 🙂
Ok
okay…its posted now. 🙂