how the light gets in / how the light gets out

pile of textured words (just add meaning)

loosen your grip on earth

learn to bathe in sky

 

eat that cluster-bomb of emotions

growling from your gullet

like a treed swamp monster

 

turn internal

blast patterns

into external poetry

 

scars like chunky brushstrokes

stars like tongued marbles

 

pulsating pudding-scape

of pornographic gospel  

 

barefoot songs that dance to us

 

red gulf of heart

orange sunny moments that squint eyes

   and water tongues in orgasmic citric bursts

yellowed gums of the alcoholic corpse

   floating in the toilet tank baptismal

    of your blessed temple

green fields without boundary or briar  

blue eyes filled with magical lies

indigo flowers taunting from the mostly naked hill

    and

the violent violet vein maps that keep

the dogs howling

and hold the birds aloft

 

hug the core of the universe

you’ve become

 

lick mud-flavored tragedy to find

the creamy sweet center

 

catharsis

 

just broken enough to feel whole

 

sweep up the stain glass shards

and glue them  to your strobe light

guts

 

dance like windblown fire

 

let your demons choke

on the smoke

Reviews

[E.H. Monroe]

"pulsating pudding-scape
of pornographic gospel"
When you mix pulsating and gospel I get hard..that's probably a bad sign

The very tirbal flow to the beats and words are mesmerizing. It has a very barefooted dance by the fire vibe that people can dig. There are also those ol' spectral images of demons and smoke but also very conrete images like shards of glass and howling dogs. Its all very "Plains monsters on peyote" that break consciousness if only for the seconds it takes to start and finish then start again.

Its fucked and so are you,
and this, good sir, is why I heart you

Sincerely,
Casey Jones

[Kenneth The Poet]

A pounding serenade through the land that is Roy G Biv.