Eye Froth

You,

In alm's dissolving swirl spooned cube of froth 

Are not well my friend, 

Weightless as a ledge-lipped abstract heart attack.

It is cold, far too cold in the poverty of your morning’s soup. A homeless sun howling beneath the cup's grump,

Stirring religious who-do skin jackets,

Thin and wandering down the black city tongues

Door after door with no shelter or vague answer

Wavering mindless jet beams into the

Imaginary French stubborn villas

Pumping brief air with addle snapped turtle-teeth

Letting reach groan into wireless love

Slumbering,

Guardian of court portcullis screech

Out of the tinctures of city cove nightmare, where

The ocean mind descends down to god 

And old fat cats of armory

Still asleep and drowning on my dash.

I will wait

The smell of sour subway matadors 

Smiling out your windy garbage voice-

Scruff.

Author's Note

wip

Reviews

[Generic Author]

Sexual and haunting.

It grabbed hold of me and let me go too soon.
Dark, warm, and biting...like a lover's bite.
That ending was orgasmic.
This is the epitome of writing out loud.

Absolutely loved it.

[Riverz]

ooh. some well reined vitriol!. ever cut it loose?
'course ya do ..
interesting poem, 'ditio

[Perdition]

Cut it loose?…Course I do. And thanks for seeing it~

[Andrea Mouser]

good job! enjoyed reading this poem

[Perdition]

Thanks for stopping by!

[Kristallo]

Those last three stanzas are chilling and just remarkably conceived. I've always really enjoyed your word placement, your cut and paste of thoughts, scenery, the vitality of human emotion exposed and vulnerable as the naked of one's soul. Just love it. "Weightless as a ledge-lipped, abstract heart attack." Sick to the soul, indeed- that line was stunning. All of this is great f*****g writing, bare boned and bleached with the emotional intensity of dramatic, cathartic excursion. Visiting your page is always such a pleasure, another unmatched addition to your volumes of poetic intrigue. Great job.

[Perdition]

How do you do it?? Thanks K~