There is sweat and magic in her creases
a fragrant treasure
a fervent secret
there is a flashing
world of neurocracy
there is red
and there is black
there is in fact
a luminous universe
I smile quietly
at this silken craven thought.
lets shuck these green folds of
corn skin that cover me
my kernel is sweet
I am….
rows and rows of friends
walking stiffly forward
a drama unplanned, randomly perfect,
an organised chaos
I in my gold pants and flourishing breasts
like waterfalls of flesh
sun bleached dunes
parting veils
dripping butter
smiling in a tempest of
spices
feet
personality
This is magical…..
a world
where a kernel of corn
is the meaning of life
the phantom
in it’s grotto
grins upon a hexed cushion
that stinks and smothers.
Excessive rhythmic noise
pounds gracelessly
on my vestibule doors
leaving fingerprints
green with envy and moss.
Reality flares,
distress signals,
sparking a heated tumbling
and there is one choice
………..to embrace transparency
…..or ……..shut ………my ………………eyes
I hear singing
a bird has been released
droplets of freedom spin from her wings
she is ruffled and puffed
a little fisherman
longing to dive
embraced by ripples
with fish on her mind
Your Brain is a Radio that Does What its Told
Haikus Senryus and Tankas about anything and everything
Poetry
musings on life | bits of psychology | attempts at poetry
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On Grief, Childhood, and Living with Anxiety
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JEFF CALLAWAY
Darkness, delusion, smeared with a stick of butter and laughter. Words collide, they bring forth death!
Hoping to inspire the world one word at a time.
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