Showing posts with label surreal poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label surreal poetry. Show all posts

Monday, June 17, 2013

Somnolent Caterwauling

A dark, summer night melts the icy moon
With undying, undiscovered memories

From within the heart’s furnace.
Tomorrow’s eternal wick
Glows, golden, beyond reach:

Pinching fingers
Try their hand at cheating.

Phantasmal fantasy
Flicks dandruff shrugs
Off stooped shoulders -

Another galaxy rejoices.
The unbinding grasp

Releases somnolent caterwauling
From the screeching scratch

Of a desolate desert. 

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Inarticulate Slipstreams

Bright night's asphalt steam devours
Hillside necking parked moon showers,
Beam's arced water sparkling tridents
Subvert firefly monuments;
Devoted tingle gardens' walls'
Cupboard door cradled ghostly shawls' -
Forests - now plow sunrise corn highways'
Sight broken breastfed one act plays.
Iridescent repossessed dreams
Of inarticulate slipstreams
Cascade by newborn unsuppressed
Symptoms with an acid-etched countenance;
Dispelled conditions' snowflake flair:
Wilderness - an unbuttoned stare.

Monday, October 31, 2011

Memories' Amber

In the night
light rains
from the solitary
every-star grains'
blanketed amusement
the constrained shining
all-in-one star's
perpetual light

I drink it up
to quench your thirst

You are my gift

All knotted up
indispensably untethered
your indivisibility severed
while crimson fractals
glistened individuated sparks
of memories' amber
from ancient seasons
when the unredeemed
schism fracture
birthed infinity

I-we lie
together
under the weeping willow
sorrow forgotten
stardust alive
looking through
tomorrow's eyes

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Perpetual Revolutions Shimmer

From All Hallows Eve
until the next Samhain day
a worthy operation works
upon each of three hundred
and sixty-six midnights
soar through dark's blackest reaches
fathom the staircased bowel's depths
of the Great Pyramid
seek out the calm eye
of turbulent Jupiter's hurricane
which no hazy mist obscures

From All Hallows Eve
until the next Samhain day
the magical rite performed
screams its birth on the final solstice
when a cold wind gusts
through the northern winter tide
and judgment bells bellow
the highest neap captures
greed and lust in ebb's onset
and the dreams of the meek
etch future's glyphs on the blank wall

From All Hallows Eve
until the next Samhain day
time circumscribes impregnation
gestation a mere
fifty-one spins more
until the door to Aquarius
creaks open gaping-eyed hearts
witnessing the Great Wheel
perpetual revolutions shimmer
a constant seed
an eternal garden

Friday, October 21, 2011

Tolled Dull Waste

Fowl wind's
brash past
stashed
sky, blew
flush guts'
gust: blushed.

Sever all
thrill-kilt
stilled
lie, tolled
dull waste
waits: sculled.

Corrupted file's
flies memorize
disguised
profit: net's
nest subsidized.

Monday, October 17, 2011

Unrecalled Dreams

Walking through ancient corridors
over rickety bridges
behind new moon shadows

Singing atonal melodies
without breathing

Collapsing umbrella fantasies

Stranded on the edge
of a sand grain
without any salt

Drenched by your wordless rhymes
in my unrecalled dreams
as a cricket gasps

A tiny black kitten
with white paws
and a tiny white tufted ascot
who mews in the softest voice
scampers over to me every night
so that its owner raises a fuss
as it nuzzles into my lap

I hear my dead mother's voice
in the haunted river willow
awaiting the hand of cancer's taut grasp

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Solaced Wistless Sighs

An old man sits alone in the desert
Where he dreams of an island paradise
And when the late night slips into stillness
A faint light's illness whispers lies

Winter winds howl madness through the trees
As the faces from his past make him cry
Can a tall tale promise forgiveness
Though a wall wails solaced wistless sighs

Since birth he's lived to remember
Everyday he screams his lot to the sea
As the sand mainlines the sunshine
His hand combines refined melodies

When the old man climbs a mountain
And sits on a rocky terraced ledge
The bowels of the Earth will shudder
As his mirth fills mutters, wonders fledge

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

The Morgue at the Buddhist Temple

The morgue at the Buddhist temple
included news crews' oglers
after six Jesuit priests tried to revive
Russian television in a city bus.

People walked onto the highway
consuming the first fetuses.

An overpowering stench
began handing out
six-month sentences
for a water-only fast.

At the gates where people cross, thousands
gather to mourn exposed potential.

The Chinese news media died
in a chic blazer of sagging standards.

Largely censored
and threatening delay,
a divided Parliament
trivialized critics
with a non-binding,
but embarrassing, gaffe –
censure for old timers making bail –
pleading from the stage door.

A warning may not be enough.

For the most part,
life goes on.
It always has.


The following is a commentary which I wrote to accompany this poem:

Individuals encounter restriction and repression. The most basic and natural social desires among all individualized living creatures is for freedom of movement and choice - in other words, self-determinism.

As greater forces of repression, restriction and homogeneity of character and socialization are exerted within any nation, religion, society or culture, the more tension and pressure builds up within the individuals comprising the unit of socialization until an explosion threshold is ultimately reached.

The history of humanity can be categorized as progressive in that it has been marked by a constant movement towards empowering self-determinism and spreading freedom of personal expression and individualism.

Senses perceive motion. Minds perceive motion through space and time. As the motion of a body through space increases, its corresponding motion through time decreases. In the same way, as governments and cultures increase their restrictions on individuals and the pressure to conform is commensurately heightened, the urge to assert greater individual autonomy also grows. However, the desire for self-determination and individualism always remains a hidden undercurrent because it wells up from within individuals and remains mostly unspoken until a dynamic leader appears (capable of expressing what the individuals feel inwardly, but which they, often, either have no conscious awareness regarding the feeling or are unable to articulate it to either themselves or others) who excites and energizes masses of people beyond the explosion threshold.

With the perpetual transition from moment to moment and season to season, the vine of liberty blossoms with more and more flowers, yielding the fruit of self-determinism. The vines of liberty line the pathway toward the liberation of those collectives of people.

Liberation is a currency. Self-determination is the product that currency buys. Wealth, in such a socioeconomic system, can only be defined as transcendental harmony - which reflects the wisdom of individuals to respect all other living creatures and the understanding by social collectives that individuals' personal liberty must always have primacy over any and all collective interests.

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

an isolated night

a raging wind swirls
at the fabric fix
edging reality corners
when suddenly the center
of a tortured emotional
hurrIcane arises from sacred
howling dogs salivating
salvation in witness of quail
blood spilled on the asphalt
bandaid suffocating fertility
while famished tears
deafen drowning ghosts
under a shadow-filled core
ticking the midnight moment
nourished by a preservative
laden canned fruit charade
where an ancient canyon's
hermit crab crawled under
profit's calculated violence
wondered up by the sewer stench
flowing through the veins
of an isolated night
tattered by expectation's
breathless decay

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Up I Conjure Learning Inner Whole

Up I conjure gift rapt down
Full of sour sweetened void.
In not lying you walk out
On me, giving getting off.
Now sew future summer past,
Here a humble stumble gone:
Live-in maid made furnace die
Black the grey, doom-bloom, bleached white.
Hush the instant droning sound!
Start to measure leisure's end.
Back when battles had no front
Sky cried coddled, cobbled ground.

Learning inner whole,
Creating game's transitional
Room doorway, talking.
Riding French questions,
Twilight columned writing
(Cross-nailed language):
Endless experience vehicle.

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Atoms Moving in the Carpet

Alcoholic sink table vision
of teeth in Popeye's mouth
toweled bookshelf isolation
while watching atoms
moving in the carpet
and daddy's angry fists
on mommy and my
disillusioned tears
childhood hula hoop invaded
toothbrush drop drills
coerced sirens'
rabbit eared chair pillow
molestation promising death
after life in Davy Jones' Locker
while freedom found hope in ideas.

Thursday, September 16, 2010

Without a Lighthouse

Grinning innocence
broadly disarms
the recalcitrant; while distant,

bright, wide eyes
capture the periphery
nakedly unaware.

Pastorally pristine
property pockets
pantomime, partially
premiering play's
partitioned preference.

Unrewarded redemption's
fog bank snares
without a lighthouse.

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Rubies

In August,
chrome electricity
measures
Tennessee rubies.

Caramel asylum
chrome fiction
measures
rubies' condensation.

Silver eyelid
reticence petrifies
asylum
caramel electricity.

Elsewhere ghostlike
rubies illustrate
Tennessee
eyelid chrome.

Paris' sprawled
portrait drapes
caramel
rubies' romance.

Honeycombed veneers'
fabric sails
ghostlike
skyline asylum.

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Bizarre, They Seem

Exploding stars must produce;
when the period hits -
a blur to the human eye!
Bizarre, they seem.

Color appears like reversed
grounds, preliminary exhibitions'
relatively easy solutions:
challenge relativity's interspersing effect.

Combining and interlacing fingers'
especially ambitious details,
dialog archived collections
and proceed to small cloisters.

Rhythm, Atmosphere or Mood

Planet lands an astronaut
in shifts of dominance,
consequent occurrence
makes energy carrying
particles escape the solar
center in tempo:
rhythm, atmosphere or mood.

The severe problem
consisting in earth and rocks'
observational selection
appears uniformly blue
independent of surface
color: nature loves the small.

Rotation to the rescue!

Juxtaposition restricted.

Young, old, major,
minor, pulsar, nebulae,
radiation, vacuosity.

Without absorptions,
the normal result and
most decisive difference,
set up to record hot flashes.

Consequent Recurrence

Flatter the public taste
flatter than sentimental waste.

Distinguish the lighter and darker
and extinguish the flatulent marker.

Discriminate color intensity
by uttering a garbled obscenity.

Consequent recurrence of placement
reveals the irrelevance of government.

Compare the coffee in a cup
with the tail of a wagging pup.

Apples, cherries and tomatoes are red
but chapter 20 is best read in bed.

Remain unchanged in hue and light
because, man, dig it, like, it's outtasite.

Non-Observable

Reason, having a direct
remainder with respect
to the subject, molasses,
illustrates indefinite
non-observable signs.

The barometer reads
value uncertainty
drawn by measuring
applied voltage.

First case destinations
formulated a mark
of causality, counter
to pre-vision intuition -
definition's revision:
uncertain incision.

The simplest cannibal
obtained repeated
calculations of models
beside the cartels
of dimensional brothels.

Points in time
drift
in variable response.

Where there is fire, kitchen
qualitatively prevails smoke.

Non-observable counter examples
understand product resistance.

An unbiased variance
squared the correct entry
relating to something else
with short, false repetitions.


concentrations, not empty

an existing sign existentially
calibrates using known
concentrations, not empty
of impermanence assuming
the equation applies
to phenomena - although florescent,
straightforward slope product,
being a verb, contains
knowledge; data, applied
to the least, squares incontrovertibly
with respect to meaning -
systematic and systemic error.

three possibilities

uncompounded space
in accordance
with dissimilar
class of sound
three possibilities
only if one
considers two
in relation to words
between being
and membership
necessarily
whatever perversion
comments behind
reasoning phenomena.

Friday, January 15, 2010

The Night Howls Hysteria at the Moon

Sheets of paper lie shredded on the ground -
words that once made sense, now jumbled,
tumble aimlessly in the wind, someday
strewn in regions so far apart they'll not
call up memories: staying submerged,
until drowned. Fleeting smiles' spent
energy fades in time to the gray haze
engulfing a foggy beach as witness
to the cruel ends that swallow treasures
at the bottom of a dark, cold ocean.

Don't sing me anymore songs or paint
another spring landscape - they haunt
the empty echoes reverberating through
the last lost shades of color reflected
as dusk envelopes the Pacific sunset.

The night howls hysteria at the moon
while dogs bark and cats screech
in drunken alleyways of a forgotten
past: the last line cast to mooring
pillars, slithers awry, all sense defied.

A caterpillar crawls across a leaf's stem
seeking a secure refuge to shed its skin
which will harden into its cocoon,
but the vulnerable pupa offers a tasty
meal before ever having a chance
to form into a chrysalis, leaving no time
to transform into a butterfly.

Sidewalks erupt under foot as discordant
jazz plays in the nearby cafe. Colors run
together, leaving a muddy wash background
coagulating in the sewer of my veins,
and the last violin sonata strains derange as
the night howls hysteria at the moon.