Eating Calluses with Mr. Cascading Kangaroo
Thoughts of Chalk
Kas.K.
Bouncy incoherencies
Like a Plushy poked cheek
Fruitful and delicious tendencies
like the crunchy fuzz on meek bubbles
Cascading kangaroo's paper cup
filled of the worldless full of non-dependencies
The incredible terribles of double troubles
We fear to understand the tomorrow we fear to enter
For the artificial of the officially illogical organic Rubex cube,
the sensible nonsense's toe jam that spreads easily on toast
not so pleasantly on the mind's ego
Talks and more Talk he rambles from the tales of many chalk:
“Miss me bet ya can't kiss me
Bind me in plastic wrap and
Kiss me wrapped in all that foil wrap.
Call me a non-beneficial profit
Swipe me sticky or lose the credit
Punch in the code, and rape a orange
sell it to the world my fruits number
Demand the object again and again
And play hopscotch over mothers' and fathers' face
You step on damnation's crack you break there back
Then Meeting only with your face to the cement: the sound of splatted meat
You swore you heard angels but you met death's mother
the lesson of her cookies and the end of her broom stick
Salivating for salvation the tasting of bones in the cement luring the wolves
They hunger and they'll eat you alive leaving only little footprints
that little girls will question wide eyed and giggling on
demand the object again and again
we will reject the thought but accept the act
Racism, you're a fucking mutt, get off the side walk
They call you a black and you say you heart sally
Racism rotting on some black farting corpses
that some white trash forgot to putt themselves in the waste dump
The pride of the rainbow does not float or hover
The pride of the rainbow
totters on in wars on dead corpses from the crusades and witch hunts
I heart rainbows for at every end
there's an ugly old green midget
who's ass I gotta kiss to gets me some gold
but greed is free and addictive, one of the top drugs along with egotism
the pride of the rainbow does not float or hover
the pride of the rainbow
The feigned, feared and bloody sharp freedom
I am black proud and fucking loud
I am gay I am straight t I am bi and its no lie
Ill die hard and live free
Give it to me, Give it to me bitch! or I will mow you down
with my demands from my dream's selfish weed-wacker
And I will wack and hack you down mercilessly
No ,Not I but..
the selfishness of my stomach will
The starvation mushing mountains into a Gerber baby sauce
eating trillions of baby fuzzys
cruelty of survival has eaten our tongue
the taste of the world: iron, rusty iron
the Blades to our turkey necks but we do not die but drown in the rain
because we have forgotten how to dance move or even close our very mouths
I taste me so not to taste you
but in tasting me I taste the world and it's children
now come tell me of your hilarious things called " time"
" reality" and " worlds" I felt from a rumor that you things are and be
in objects called ways”
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The end.
Simplified to complication
Lets play pretty ponies and be my pretty pony
with Cascading kangaroo he who wishes play too
the taste of luck a mouth full of golden pony feet
lets play pretty ponies giving kisses only on the cheek
Inquiring Neighborly love to use as an advantage
We knock on cascading kangaroo's door
But its child said Never ever open it, never ever enter it
To bad so sad
Never ever say never for it then is bound to be an endeavor
To late we've have fallen up
making out with the skies pavement
A hall lost in horizon's vanishing point
The walls bellow and breath as the doors chirp clicks and clacks
Grab hold of your rubber ducky and towelly
We're off in a ride in the great snot of the many
The improbability drive has puked, engulfing us
Inside out and out side on the inside
Spiraling we are not going we are not stopping
but not here but there moving over here
We are up going down
The insanity of the spiraling sane
Meeting the eccentric conniving Cascading Kangaroo
The nostrils on his butt sneezing out another timeless universe
The babel fish in our ears it is still hard to comprehend
"come in out?" he greets the sound from his matted pouch pulsating" make yourself planted"
" No, no I mustn't I merely wanted ask if you have a spare tablespoon of 5 planted whales? Or a few toileted poodles "
sitting on the fullness of the empty
the chair is on your head
the rejection became the acceptation
our eyes had long protruded confusion we lost sight, now still blind
everything is beyond reality or truth,
the starvation of comprehension:
he spoke " come, go, what does it matter now lets, I have many grand tales from the great chalk of your thingys er.. 'times'"
" shall I get the calluses?"
He begins to recite wisdom's stupidity and thoughts of chalk
“Miss me bet ya can't kiss me
Bind me in plastic wrap and
Kiss me wrapped in all that foil wrap…”
Author notes
This is after being surrounded by alot of people in a public school and after i was fraged and just tired of people probably my weirdest poem
option 2 Schizophrenia
"Give me picasso on a typewriter" Alright here ya go !
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Comments
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'Bouncy incoherencies
Like a Plushy poked cheek
Fruitful and delicious tendencies
like the crunchy fuzz on meek bubbles
Cascading kangaroo's paper cup
filled of the worldless full of non-dependencies
The incredible terribles of double troubles
We fear to understand the tomorrow we fear to enter
For the artificial of the officially illogical organic Rubex cube,
the sensible nonsense's toe jam that spreads easily on toast
not so pleasantly on the mind's ego
Talks and more Talk he rambles from the tales of many chalk:
“Miss me bet ya can't kiss me
Bind me in plastic wrap and
Kiss me wrapped in all that foil wrap.'
I love the start of this poem. Such an unusual peice.
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Hi. I enjoyed reading this poem, and I wish I had written it first to be honest. I would be proud if I had, because it is very unique. I like the way you said 'The end' when it wasn't. I also like the repetition of the letters used in all the right/wrong places. Very interesting to read.
'Bouncy incoherencies
Like a Plushy poked cheek
Fruitful and delicious tendencies
like the crunchy fuzz on meek bubbles
Cascading kangaroo's paper cup
filled of the worldless full of non-dependencies
The incredible terribles of double troubles
We fear to understand the tomorrow we fear to enter
For the artificial of the officially illogical organic Rubex cube,
the sensible nonsense's toe jam that spreads easily on toast
not so pleasantly on the mind's ego'
I also liked it when you said 'I am black proud and fucking loud
I am gay I am straight t I am bi and its no lie
Ill die hard and live free'... Contradiction is always good.
Thanks for entering.
skitza
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Funny, morbid and abstruse all at once. No thread other than the 'now' and the vexation of the 'here-to-fore'.
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Very...
different...
Good entry,
and good luck! -
Unique
But i freaked out
congrats for the poem and the long list of contests.
I have suffered let others to suffer.
WHAT A MASTERPIECE
Congrats,
Full points to you with honor.
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it is kinda freaky and long
it may be a little to intense XP
but it was of the moment when i wrote it
^-^
thanks for commentin
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Sensory Overload!
Neural network shut down. Neuroses negate complicated litarary criticism. Nickled to death with nails of narcisstic noodling. Must refain from fearful fragments fondling fool's feats of freefalling in an universe of self. In other words, "She's having fun, now."
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boom!
lol yeah
thanks ^-^
got some of my old stuff up
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This makes me feel like a child lost in daydreams!!
Very silly and yet oh so serious and deep!
To some, this is pure nonsense I'm sure but this is poetry my friend!
Beautiful, intriguing, absolutely wonderful poetry!
Amazing job! Great imagery and fantastic metaphors!!
One thing I would like to mention, is which option you decided to go with. I could probably find a couple of the categories I have layed out for this one to go into. Haha it was that good that it fits different definitions, but for the sake of my own sanity please settle with the one you think suits this piece!
Loved it! Way to set the bar high for my contest!!
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hmm does Schizophrenia work you think? because honestly i have no idea which would perfectly work with this... or maybe 9- Panic Disorders
10- Substance Use Disorders ( @,@ >.< )
ug cant decide could i just go with my favorite : 2- Schizophrenia? is that alright? -
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Schizophrenia is perfect! That was the first thing that came to mind when I read this!
lol!
thanks for entering and best of luck by the way! -
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^-^ thank you
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damn.
this shit is bananas.
.... and i fucking love banana pudding.
this is so amazing. it makes no sense, and it makes perfect sense. i love the imagery. i often times wish my work could be as analogous as this. it is deliciously random, yet surprisingly on task.
it nearly has the air of ani difranco, and she is my bitch. the analogy and contiguous flow relaxes and intrigues me.
as for the situation that led this to be this epic, i hope you found/find some kind of answer or hope in the endless wave of seeming helplessness. I certainly hope someone was there to reach out.
very well done, my good man. best wishes.
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