A supremely bright and ample sunny
morning complete with the chirpings of
birds' and buzzing of bees' amongst the
Wild flowers, so aromatic and unfolding.
I sniffy with my nose and stretch.
Now I leave the comfort of my front
porch’s aqua blue awning shady.
I am unfolding also like the paper at
my toes, bending for it I linger long
enough to crack all twenty of my knuckles
and yawn with my face 'tween kneecaps
I can see my front door behind me
upside down. I also hear my eggs frying.
I think, odd that I can't visualize them
upside down. Perhaps my id wont let me
for fear of them falling out of the pan.
Spinning 'pon my heels and noticing I
have no dog I bolt inside and purchase
one via my new card swiping phone, but
when it arrives it's no puppy it's an
ostrich? "What the fuck", I think, digging
back into my pocket for a wallet instead
I pull out a bunny, but the ostrich eats the
bunny being a carnivorous sort of bird, very
rare and all, with my credit card still in
that Easter creature's brain. I say to the bird,
"what up Mr. plumage? why the violent behavior?"
It replies by pecking out my eyes with its blunt beak
and sawing off my penis with its serrated jawskys.
Just kidding, that was a daydream I had all quick
like when I had my face in-between my legs while
getting the paper a second or two ago, remember?
Now, what I want to do is skip real lady-esque
into my back yard. Nail my Gene Simmons’s tongue
To the top of the bird house on the pole with those shiny
Copper shingle nails and a craftsman 21 0z. Hammersky
Did I remember... yes the honey... I pour it
Over my swollen and bleeding mouth muscle top
The miniature roof of the bird's house.
Using my power to control insects.
I summon the bear.
I am no poet.
I am no man.
I’m funky
Poor poor
Thinker
Rich rich
Fissures
Race on
Race on
Crazy.
Author notes
Written January 2nd, 2004
In a list
A contest entry
- Merging senses aka Synaesthesia by .
500 points, ended February 21, 2006, 16 entries
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wow! this is so bloody awesome! i love everything about it, your style and approach - it was cool you didn't linger on description and let it flower into a toxic algae bloom haha - this was so refreshing, crazy, wacky and yet understable, congrats on penning such a fantastic piece and good luck in the contest...
steph -
I quite like this poem. The randomosity kept me busy to a steady beat. The people in your brain must be mad at you for writing all of their secrets down. I know mine are out to get me. The use of wording with the combination of utter insanity made it instantly appealing to me. Thank you for entering.
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An interesting poem that explores the imagination and borders on insanity. This was a very strange poem indeed. It was also kind of creepy.
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You need more Prozac.
I sometimes feel like you write with a deep understanding of nature but yet you make it sound like the daydreams of a child. (I'm not sure what that means)
Whatever, I always enjoy your writing. BTW...how is the book going?
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I'd give it gold-
I just wonder if plinky can be so easily bribed by nekkidness. I could be. But I'm not a plinkyplonk.
m -
lmao what the fuck! this is so random. yet its a story. you may be the craziest person out there who isnt crazy....
its too late to be thinking this hard! lol youve stunned me with you images and words.
interesting
thx for entering
good luck
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Very orginal and good
This is really a unique poem and I really enjoyed it. I never read one like this and it makes you very special.
I appreciate the smile you put on my face and I am glad you were kidding about what the Ostrich did to you!
God is blessing you!
Dawn -
glasses....
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naked tattooed man.....
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stop sending me nude pictures of yourself it wont help you win not unless you turn around. hey this actually began to sound like me at the end especailly the fissure bit cos i used to have one of them but i never had a penis to be cut off suppose that makes some people really cringe...not the ones with vaginas though it doesnt bother us one bit. i liked this a lot nice idea of bending down to look between your legs i too do this quite often too.
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you ARE the next gene simmons. wasnt that blood chomping terrorist an actor as well...a terrorist in one movie i saw, cant remember the name? so spew sexual innuendo at the rabid groupies....for this they clamor.
then tear it all down
all of it, birdhouse included,
race on
raze on.
funny, playful and suddenly thoughtful, like plink.
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WOW...(for the picture) and excellent imagery in this piece...like a forbidden carnical ride that twirls around and flips one upside down ...you are nothing shortof pure genuis
freda
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This poem is unique. Very well done. Strong and vivid with imagination and the great discriptions. Very well done. Keep up the good work.
Much love,
Kristen
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this poem is what happens as you let your mind drift to imagine the most unimaginable. kinda rambly like stephen kingy
me thinks i liked the "hammersky"
you're very brave to write down this twilight-zonish tale and it's even more amazing you remembered it so well!
vivid imagination and great descriptions... it's out there but i like that! -
This was strange, interesting, colorful, descriptive and (at the end) quite painful to those with powerful imaginations. Thanks for sharing! Naena
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Ah, that was fun. I like the part about the eggs the best. Ostriches are weird... I don't think I'd want one for a pet. Especially if it would peck out my eyes and eat my bunny-engulfed credit cards. That would suck. I think it might be hard to nail one's tongue to the top of a birdhouse... I'll wonder about it but probably won't be trying it anytime soon... damn, you made me think again... phooey.
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dude-totally awesome. i haven't seen ne thing more fun than this yet. its so completely bazaar...i give u this, u have a warped imagination...that of which i have-if only i could express it in the ways u do
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I think you are crazy, but it's a twisted kinda crazy that's very amuzing and always fun to listen to!
I have dreams like that, and they're always way too bizzar
id write something more but my fingers are numb
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This was really fluid and strong. Liked the unexpected words like "sniffy" and "shady" thrown in...
and of course, between the great tat and your mention of Gene Simmons (from my favorite band of ALL TIME!)...you had me hooked till the end.
UB
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Crazy Man Crazy
Nothing like an early morning routine to jazz up the rest of the day... The last line pretty much sums this up: Crazy. Crazy like Madonna on crank when she spanked the pool boy and drove to Dallas to save President Kennedy, but he was, like, already dead so long ago - not unlike another early morning where strange things happened.
Seriously now... excellent images (if not more than a wee bit strange) and it flows like syrup from the Log Cabin tin. You've got your finger in the socket again and the result is frightenly enjoyable.
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