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...

[ju]

:/ maybe the most random dream-scape i've ever read. love the licking of the scratched watch. and the intellectually transmitted disease.

[Ruth]

Bloody hell LOL Awesome, stream it away hon...surreal blast to the bone! xx

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Madness indeed, that delves into obscurity and grabs the first person by the balls and screams excellence is coming through and the reader must listen, a tiny change I would make however is "my DVR is mildly senile, and
wholly queer,"
just for maximum impact.

[justagal]

might run with the six winged seraph eventually...or some of the creatures of revelation OR ANYTHING UNIQUE,

[justagal]

moon, sun and angels...over and over again, or trees...time to move into other pastures so readers do not snooze at the screen...that is why I research ancient myths or beings etc..people will lose fascination with it eventually and look for unique mystique..

[Nobody.]

In the obese state of Texas, located in the belly-button lint region of the USA, it is now 10:38 am. And, you, my nocturnal friend, are where?

[justagal]

it is 336 is it not? just woke up or never went to bed?

[justagal]

you mean half an hour ago?