cr((oo))ked pa.th

cr((oo))ked pa.th

A Poem by Nobody.

cr((oo))ked pa.th

 

zoot suit lions! Den-ver

            in a coff.ee cup-------à

                                    rose winged lips to

                   aerial’s nimbus breast:

cities stacked as building blocks,

rivers . . .smeared light on charcoal

and eyes

 

nurse at Life.

li^ft. la-la-la-laugh(!)(!)

a machinegun stac.cato sym-pho-ny

<wit>h <imp>erfect <strange>rs

 

s k y struck!

lies stuck

to yours like sweaty thighs on

leather seats . -.- you

skew my pain like wind shear(!)

                  steely dragon wagon >|<

                             drag me on through heavenly mud

             until I’m clean and fil.tered

 

pajama puppies! New Orleans

    in a cobalt bot_tle;

old and lean like street jAzz knEes,

                         with pants rolled up to glory,

                                 and time rolled down to a <(sss)>slith-er

 

we

     dither and dance,

             p r a n c e with sca/rred horses,

eat fire on ice

with red beans and rice

             and wal(low) in un/counted centuries.^.

 

and, from what I’ve be held

                               of heaven and h e ll

                 were ‘passing - through’ mo-

                          ments of matter-less ZEN

on the cr((oo))-

                    ked

                       pa.th

                    in

to a  st.ran.ge  leafy place that calls me “Home”

                

© 2011 Nobody.


Author's Note

Nobody.
airing out my head today....
changing.
mostly the same old me.
with more noise on the inside
than usual.....I
think
(too much)(.)

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sometimes when I am on ride on my bike out on them long straight rural roads someone goes by me , at what seems like 300 miles an hour - whoosh squared - all i'm left with is every nerve on end and the swirling dust as it's silhouette streams towards the horizon -
yeah like that ..

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Very creative and unique. I really enjoyed how this came out.

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

ah clever use of the parenthesis creating an even deeper layer of meaning. Original twist, like it!

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Fascinatingly unique. Stacatto beats, implied breaks - forces us to rethink the normal. (what the hell is normal anyways?) I paused, breathed, started, stopped, jerked, smoothed, rolled, and flipped over. What a ride...

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

The rhythym of this was very beat like, noisy, but not to in fact it added to the brashness and the beat. Changes happen....looks like change is good for your writing.

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

You remind me of E.E Cummings. The experimental way he fluently made his poems was similar to this one.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I love the vibe and open-ended creativity of this wild piece of writing.

and, from what I’ve be held
of heaven and h e ll
were ‘passing - through’ mo-
ments of matter-less ZEN

Amen, brother.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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you're a true experimental writer - not the s**t we've discussed ha - but REAL experiments - those that aim to bring us all forward - to be creative and artistic - this is a completely crazy mess ha - yet makes sense - you manage to make the crazy seem quite comprehensible haha - brilliantly done of course maestro!

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This reminds me of the shattered prose that e.e. cummings made famous.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

sometimes when I am on ride on my bike out on them long straight rural roads someone goes by me , at what seems like 300 miles an hour - whoosh squared - all i'm left with is every nerve on end and the swirling dust as it's silhouette streams towards the horizon -
yeah like that ..

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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