Precisely Piss

For optimal delusionary skip:

Wash your dragon eyes

in the thick broth of legends.

Mainline dead energy. Glide,

through masked history, to

your own broken freedom.

 

Flip the old switch!

Trip the new Head!

Slip the ominous

iceberg:

Let us circulate through

this back-road loupe

like an eight-year-old paper-hat cowboy

tying up a seven-year-old pigeon feather Indian

to the hundred-year-old Victorian chair

in which Great Aunt Opal

became a spark-less pile of meat.

 

Shadowed seats do help to ease

photosensitive seizures:

Light trapped in twin skull-bound

disco balls quickly becomes volatile.

 

(<ooo>)

Twitchy-twitch,

inward itch;

glitzy glitches sodomize pleasure sighs.

Components collide on the 2-way slaughterhouse

conveyor belt that held up John Wayne’s cancer jeans.

 

It all means: Precisely Piss!

^

^

In that moment of naked realization,

I felt like turtle eggs frying to a Jimmy Buffet tune

as Moses played the bottom line on his snake-staff

standup bass. Shades of Les Claypool spread like the Red Sea!

 

My personal space curled up like a Polio shrimp.

 

And, beyond the obvious canoodle poodle charade parade,

these trashcan robots taste like an aborted future.

Frankenstein sutures hold the sun together.

The feathers have fallen off of the eagle.

 

We’ll never see the tomorrow we dreamed.

 

It is buried on the set of Lost In Space.

The Devil’s face hurts from grinning.

Reviews

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this is my favorite poem of yours! Its spoken word at it's best..the flow is precisely perfect...the title just grabs you..the content is raw and edgey and I have to smile at some of the rhyme - truly great writing

[Larry Dyson]

interesting analogy;"Wash your dragon eyes

in the thick broth of legends."

[Kenneth The Poet]

One of your best in my mind. You should apply to Def Poetry Jam or something and perform this piece out loud.

[Amy Bumpas]

I love this: the devils face hurts from grinning...you always paint such
vibrant, full of life images.

[Kerry O'Connor]

We’ll never see the tomorrow we dreamed.

It is buried on the set of Lost In Space.
The Devil’s face hurts from grinning..................KABOOM!!

This world of yours is not a nice place, my friend.