Deformed Echoes from a Star-Skewed Perceiver

Half-concious madness from behind my tired eyes.

Deformed Echoes from a Star-Skewed Perceiver  

 

Handsome as a nineteenth century

Post Master General,

 

the crownless king of mud

smiles mystical lies

like a silent film Svengali

mid-charm.

 

Brazen gypsy jewels burn craftily

within his sunken soul portals.

 

His laughter is buffalo nickels diving

like angry birds

into an antique clay jar

worth more than he owes his

smack dealer.

 

He rubs his stubbly chin,

and I imagine a pubescent giant octopus

making love to a subsea volcano.

 

I ask if he knows the hour.

He licks the scratched face

of his secondhand timepiece and grunts,

“Tastes like an Armageddon sprout to me.”

 

I say nothing,

but launch into a full-kick south easterly sprint

like the last pterodactyl soaring away from a relentless

army of genocidal glaciers.

 

I must get home in time to watch

that new cartoon dramedey

about Tom Cruise chasing down

an evil alien countess

who gave him that brand name

intellectually transmitted disease

which may, or may not be causing

killer Whales to turn into muffin sharks.

 

my DVR is mildly senile, and

wholly sadistic,

 

just like that wily time-eating

hobo.

Author's Note

hahaha! I woke up at 3am and wrote this madness down in my bedside journal. I hardly remember writing it. Definitely a taste of the exotic cuisine native to the third world country in the central region of my subconcious.

Reviews

[justagal]

it is a good poem, I am getting bored with the same moon and angels..it is being over done in poetry...new planets sought and new mystical creatures...it gets to the point now every other poem is moony, or angels...people will get bored...I mean readers...

[Kenneth The Poet]

Wow, this is like an Iron & Wine song if Sam Beam was sleep-deprived and took a hit of meth.

[Tommy]

Wild dreams for sure. Lol…I think you may need something stronger than milk and honey though. Jim Beam used to do the trick for me…You had to have seen the world my friend, from both sides of the tracks to put this together.

Great Write!
RLG,
Tommy

[What happened to simple..]

That's madness alright.

You had me half staring/eviling the screen in bemusement, while laughing - “Tastes like an Armageddon sprout to me.”

You should write at 3am more often =p

[Hayley]

Wow, you sure have an active imagination :) It is awesome, though! The first part of it actually made me feel like I was traveling back to some old world country.. Then it just gets crazy. Your mind is definitely one of a kind!

[RTB]

the part about throwing the kick south easterly whatever was awsome it appealed to my ears like a damn song that was pretty cool honestly good job it entertained me

[Bertie]

A fantastically random poem ! But still strangely purposeful :)
Intriguing and well written

[.......]

lol, nicely written

[freelancejouster]

the worth of things, the bizarreness, the weight... i quite like this.

[Vanessa Rico]

I was reading this while Bizarre Foods with Andrew Zimmern ran in the background lol...so octopus was mentioned in both places! Anyway, for a 3 am rant poem this is quite fascinating! It was fun to read!

[Kerry O'Connor]

I recommend a glass of warm milk and honey taken 1/2 an hour before bed... it'll clear that right up.