Swell

its time to step out of my cubby-space posture. "god" on our eyelids.

Swell: 

Effervescent scripture 

pouring from reamed mouths. 

A vast swell -- 

LIMITLESS. The line of sprawled 

wings. A countless crow murder

wrapping around the lineage of

power lines. 

My bedroom window. 

Athirst eyes lie on its

prey -- a rodent(X) splattered by the                                 F(x)= rodent   G(x)= Sympathy.   FoG = Human. 

sun's shadow.                                                              

Porcelain beaks,

whistling. A clamour of stretching flesh --

The fervid frenzy of feeding 

time. 

Author's Note

Reviews

[Steven]

An equation! I see the swell as hypocrisy. An interesting image: dead crow to dead crow, on their backs, wings spread flat against the street, as far as the eye can see. It's relevance? Perhaps all of the victims of the former hypocrisy. My bedroom window--crossed out. A modern device. We say or write something, and at times, feel shamed about it, embarrassed, and so cross it out. This speaks to me of shame on the other side of that glass. Now the equation... It is not clear, other than that "sympathy" can replace "a rodent." The little o, as opposed to simply reading "fog," could be one of the signs for multiplication. "Rodents" and "Sympathy" multiplying into one another, because of one another, the result of one another. Now are these crows turned into mice in the grass. A different sort, but the same. And again we have the stretching flesh, the multiplied victims in the wake of the predator's mouth. A profound web of a piece, and at times, very delicate--sore, almost, like a wound still red.

[Balkaran Sidhu]

woho great...loved the equatin....relation and function..discrete mathematics :)

[writing mojo]

your algorithms of words possession is angelic smitten wild, your kite flies high in that horizon of kilter, which blinks a third eye conviction not many with out a ghost subtraction will ever know...great stuff

[Jazmen]

so my guess is this is a crazy thought process of a writer perhaps watching crows or rodents feast.. Maybeit's not the point in anyway, so moving on, I like this because you have a unique vocabulary going on. A unique style where nonsensical things have their place between the lines. Whatever it is you mean by this poem, it's dark, perhaps inhospitable, and all natural. Good work.

[Barbara Walker]

I have the creeps thinking of a mass of rodents and flesh being torn by a murder of crows! I can hear them!

[Olivia Marie]

I loved it (as always) and I thought your technique was amazing. Unique. Original. Great piece.

[Lily Mae]

Your poetry makes me smile. Such a creative mind you have..you spill the emotion out in a way that makes me smile and takes my breath away.. and damn if your music isn't always spot on.. I love it all ...xo Keep being real..xoxo

[SHEEMA HUQ]

this is a fine mini-masterpiece of a poem, with exceptional writing, thanks

[Edmund S. Obumba]

Hi Cole.
I like your indirect placing of facts and your careful choice of words.
splendid!

[Dayran]

A sign of the gentleness in the soul of a young person who would rather not say anything if not something positive.

[Kelsey]

Now this is an interesting poem, and I mean that in the best way possible. It's unique, it's beautiful, and it's dark. The way you present your work adds so much to the actual words, not that they need added to. Great job, dear. x