your blade – my blood

by mtmynd

Posted to Action Poetry on 2003-08-22 08:44:00

Parent message is 504888
(you inspired this, but i don’t know why…)


one thousand eight-hundred fifty-two dreams
launched from one string rolled into a ball
kept under the bed of paisley mattresses
piled in juxtapositions of staircases
reaching out for the pluto world of cool

annihilate the passage of time thru rumblings
of dissatisfactionary, revolutionary mumbo-jumbo
humus defying inscripitions laden with cryptic
noises deafened by the slaughter-cries of cheetas
wrangling with the reductionary forces of power.

spin mercilessly upon graves that eat the flesh
and leave behind the bones of structural ideals
while flushing the brains with amorphic spatulas
whisking away the hubris of times left-handed crank
reinventing the rivets of amulets held by loss.

three-quarters of life intrudes upon silence
with questions of stupidity drooling from faintness
while the masked boobaloos encharter squirrel wisdom
across the bent barriers of invisibility’s horse
recklessly attempting wisdom at the cost of death.