Avant-magoria #1: One Legged Dream Cancelled the Lyrical Cabbage

 

Unzip the clock
look inside
its bioluminescent dream.
Ideas pulsate;
every color hatches
a rotten piano.

 

 

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67 thoughts on “Avant-magoria #1: One Legged Dream Cancelled the Lyrical Cabbage

  1. It always fascinates me how poetry can be extremely versatile and show veins of creativity in many different aspects. It always reminds me that art cannot be defined.

    1. Exactly.

      You should never define art to anyone and no one. Art, poetry, & cinema – can speak for itself without having one explaining it to a critic. Let their imagination conjure up whatever they see in any art form.

  2. The piano gives us the phonetics of expressions! It’s this feeling of exploration I get when I read your work , the search for nuances in your words never ends , you open up the mind to a whole world of interpretation, it’s avant rock, rainbows on fingers , fingers crossed.

        1. What we call the ‘world’ and the ‘universe’ is only one frequency range in an infinite number sharing the same space. The interdimensional entities I write about are able to move between these frequencies or dimensions and manipulate our lives. ~ David Icke

  3. Visions of Dali spinning around my mind.
    Thanks a lot, Charlie. You’ve unzipped an
    avalanche of phantasmagoria amid glowing creatures of the deep and melting clocks 😎

  4. ………………….Charlie,

    Thanks for all your kindness.

    I replaced the clock with sugary biscuits.
    Bioluminescent particles without exaggeration.
    It took you a long time to collect enough Marlborough coupons to get that clock.
    Everyone had their own choice from the catalog.
    The young Charlie stuck at a crossroads.
    A bagel toaster ?
    A fancy French Coffee maker ?
    Something sassy from Abercrombie ?

    1. Any part of it
      looks like an hour;
      it reduces the breadth of the bread.

      Amphibian computer
      turns into a sassy biscuit magician.
      However, I must say –
      sugar bioluminescent
      Michael’s its intersection
      from bagel to coffee salesman skeleton.

      Marlborough did not
      seem French fries
      we’re the thermodynamics
      of English Mcmuffin.

  5. “We are oft to blame. ‘‘Tis too much proved that with visage and pious actions we do sugar o’er The Devil himself”
    You’re a brilliant soul my friend🌹

  6. Time is a rotten piano!
    Maybe a rotten piano is truer to life than a well tuned piano. No one would see/hear the human mistakes, in a rotten piano played. However, time, shown to us and enslaving us to its perfect endless rhythm, is like the virtuoso playing the pitch perfectly tuned. The metronome is the conductor.

  7. Okay… this is insanely creative… I can’t even begin to describe how this comes off to me. You paint this picture of a promising dream, something beautiful and then it’s like you take a knife, cut this beautiful dream open and voila! The rotten side of beauty and perfection spills out. It’s like Alice In Wonderland meets The Matrix – An alternate reality. Nothing is what it seems to be. But I love how you unzip the clock, because only when we open it up will we see the gears inside and all that is making it work. Of course, when we open anything up, we have to prepare ourselves for the harsh reality that awaits underneath.

    Seriously, Charlie… this is WOW factor poetry. Love this!

    1. If Dali back in his days, painted with such madness and surrealism. I can do the same with writing. It’s a battle between art vs. writing. At least for the critic it’s looked that way. 🙂

      Yes. The rotten inside the clock is what makes us humans imperfect but yet, interesting creatures.

      Alice In Wonderland meets The Matrix? Damn! I love your analyses.

      Thank you so much, Manessah. So glad you loved this one and made you think. 🙂

      1. Haha! That’s really how I saw this poem, Charlie. If only Keanu Reeves were around to do his famous Matrix move. lol. Throw in the Mad Hatter and we have ourselves a happy little party. 🙂

        So happy you enjoyed my thoughts on your poem, my friend. You have amazing work! 🙂

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