pseudo psychic

Pseudo Psychic  

 

Believe in the NYC blonde adorned in

ripped purple clothes and a clear globe saying,

Trust when cards cut white snow

before it circumvents your nose.

 

Even if motherly morals

scream sense in limbo, oh honey, no...

Please, it is not to please,

especially the fascia where cash

Backs specialists in the lineage of your supposed disease.

Just be, retreat to experiment,

Otherwise deceased in the tiresome

Sobriety of drab dreams.

 

The purgatory of the Hudson sucks city secrets

from skyscraper smoke.

8 feet submerged sings of grandma,

at her top floor walk-up broke, drunk,

Happily breathing in the black city sky  

Spewing that she salvaged

her leopard fur coat, from her favorite author.

37 years prior to befriending her doctor,

Who lured the 80s hospital into letting her smoke.

Your old woman’s secrets sunk

Into her descendant’s veins.

The purple robe woman tells you,

It is uncanny, and can never be explained,

Your lifeblood longs to walk lines of insane. 

Reviews

[Kenny Bellamy]

Whew thats some intense rhythm. The kind of internal rhymes and alliteration in the work are very consistent and yet I am surprised when they resolve themselves, one line into the next. I'd like to see how far this style could be taken, much of the narrative fights against being understood. There is strong voice in the second stanza especially, I just wish I had more of that to take me through the rest of the poem. Very good work here Chloe.

[Coyote Poetry]

Amazing poetry shared dear Chloe.
"Your old woman’s secrets sunk
Into her descendant’s veins.
The purple robe woman tells you,
It is uncanny, and can never be explained,
Your lifeblood longs to walk lines of insane. "
I like the lines. Haunting and true words and thoughts. I loved your work. Please send read requests to me. Thank you for sharing your amazing poetry.
Coyote