Up against a max lateral conveyor unit stays a
mating Unicorn, depicted respectfully in the chambers of Cambridge.
Oh, that institution where nudity eludes those it does not
wish to teach – the impeachment of another responsive inability.
Only the madness of unlimited candy and crime can be less civil;
only the capacity of width might know exactly how well to verify;
only the control of uncontrollable synaptic verve can break shape;
only the evidence can leave a less ubiquitous order than before.
A cousin of mine, Johnny “Guido Longuini” Smoogominous –
we call him “Smoogie” for short, once asked me,
“What’s the difference between an orange?” The only answer
I could partially blurt out, still lies captive in Wonka’s factory.
No more, the wars of delinquent youths sprawled out in mutant
sexual fascination; laced in sweet concoctions or bitter orange;
phosphate concretion traits baked half light between skirts
torn off, lifted up; fusing cons to a gold ticket at a time…
I was once white washed against my own empty tomb,
indelibly tarnished by an affliction of my own choosing,
as the pasty haziness of 1971 became badly emblazoned on
my infernal soul, one nasty patch of vinyl away
from total annihilation.
© Nublin’s Pub, 2009
Author notes
...oh, and the other question from Smoogie - "Did you bring your lunch or walk to school?"
A contest entry
- Stimuli In A Blender - Not for the Meek by lunarlunacy.
2200 points, ended July 21, 8 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Stuck on candy and lifted skirts
I don't know what to say! I had fun here today - let's do it again soon
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what is it that we're doing?
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On Inhabiting an Orange ~ by Josephine Miles
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All our roads go nowhere.
Maps are curled
To keep the pavement definitely
On the world.
All our footsteps, set to make
Metric advance,
Lapse into arcs in deference
To circumstance.
All our journeys nearing Space
Skirt it with care,
Shying at the distances
Present in air.
Blithely travel-stained and worn,
Erect and sure,
All our travels go forth,
Making down the roads of Earth
Endless detour.Your images and words are evocative, crisp, and swift in their impact as you weave impressions and insights through the poem. Your own voice is the clearest, speaking in the focused tones of oral tradition leaving us hanging, ready for the next adventure, the next view from the peaks, but always with the knowledge that the best is yet to come...
L is for...
~ crissy ♥
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the title alone slays me or sleighs me.. depending on the harness configuration
you rose to the challenge..
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smoke bellows out ears and eyes cross. gonna have to chew on thsi one. Thanks for this tantalizing entry . Will be back to comment further before judging.
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the difference between an orange, as you seem to have forgotten from your 1971 breakdown of the bicameral mind, is related to the number of shingles a monkey with a wooden leg can kick off the barn roof in strong wind, give or take. and the governemnt that is upon your shoulders does do both here, don't they? give. take. like clockworks. -agentorangephish
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Well... there goes me trying to enter this one.
You are simply one talented man. Period. I had to laugh at your comment!
Smoogie, what a name.
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poppycock! Smoogie would say - do not give up...
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Smoogie just sounds like someone you wanna snuggle with...
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