It's Fun To Watch Shadows Drown.

Surreal poetry...again :]]

A conspiracy of crows drinks from tangerine-bloated streams

Beyond the gulf of weather-beaten dreams.

Shadows trip upside down;

In the floating gulf of phantom eyes, I watch them drown.

 

Preparing to breathe down a spider-neck’s boney back thighs,

My clever lil’ lungs pollinated air with subtitled sighs.

I resurrect the shadows from within

Only because I wanted to watch them drown again.

Author's Note

...ooga-booga.

Reviews

[terry smith]

twisted and sweet ...like a candy you cannot eat, die of hunger while a deadly treat slips from your hands to fall to your feet. :) I like this poem PSA!

[Craig2591]

Wonderful! Beautiful surrealism!

[Kaylor Mason]

your writing has a strong tendency to pull you in with each line, I noticed. That's good work

[L0v3craft]

thank you for that!

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[Λsylum Ƣo&#..]

like that, '...ooga-booga.' and, very much like this razor sharp penning. flow and verse grab and hold - excellent!

[MoriartyMesa]

This makes me think of something you would find from Alan Moore, like a small script in a graphic novel, writing on a wall so to speak.

[Fréyjä Helv..]

Beautiful dark imagery... love it... nice work

[OctoberDawn]

Great read, I really enjoy this type of poetry and it had been a while since I had read one this good. I love the title and how it encompasses the whole poem perfectly.

[Danielle]

Absolutely love this poem!

[Hidden Happiness]

get the feeling, get the image...absolutely awesome.

[Katrina Mckeown]

love it!