clumsy heads

 

clumsy heads bend poems and gods into stale bottled shapes.

no laud given to masters or prophets, but the prostitution of their

genius and the desecration of their worn tools.

ballads and scriptures stumble through peppered street slurs and

snazzy jingles that swell floppy drivel into muscular sex.

fumbled themes with decorative balls and papery blasts of whored

colors trim the whispers of tombstones and frequencies that tickle

boredom to faint thuds of hunger.

proverbs dive an eagle’s trek into the sewer-grated holes that remove
their vigor.

rhymed corpse, metered ash, pulped verse and withered intrigue are

the boluses hung on the clefts of operatic donkeys.

slime-culture of a naked curdled history in the clinch of clichés that
mash assumption into glamour!

these powdery wonder kittens are pretty soap bubbles in the muck stream.

all syllables buried; worthy of rot-nibblers and mud.

clumsy heads bend worship and sophistication to stale bottled shapes.

fossilized swill is the goût du jour.

enjoy!

Reviews

[Chickenmama]

I like the colorful imagery, especially since the garishness of overly flowery language that lurches like it's on stilts suits the subject matter and lends irony to it, making it a sarcastic bit of caustic wit.

You should probably change "in' to "into" in "tickle boredom to faint thuds of hunger", and maybe omit the parting shot "enjoy!" at the end, since you've already made your opinion on the matter quite clear.

[Justice]

hmm this was interesting