Reinventing Revolution

Inspired by Mike

stop thinking.

stop writing.

forget that poetry ever existed.

now, slurp droplets of fire

from Heaven’s fair skin,

let the b*****d seed

germinate in warm spaces

between the tangled roots

of your guts.

 

once the diamond fist

blooms into an open ruby hand,

slap Mother Nature

on her bare green a*s,

and demand that she

rain down on your cotton-tongued

whisper of a beautiful barren lie.

 

I could be that little boy again;

the dream kid with blue flame eyes

dressed in his Spiderman Underoos

and wearing a giant citrus colored

parking cone as a hat.

 

you could be that green eyed little girl,

wearing a ketchup stained Atari shirt,

a pink tutu and her daddy's

motorcycle helmet.

 

we could catch snowflakes on our tongues,

set fires on the carpet

and pretend that laughter

is oxygen.

 

we could spin figure eights

in God’s scarred palm forever,

and let the glowing eyes of Evil

watch us Live from the weeds

of this dead forest.

 

we could be pure,

lost,

beautiful

just for the joy

of giggling into the rotten

visage of this mundane

zombie slamdance.

 

and then the poem

will mushroom cloud

into an all out riot

of sweet wonderment

and innocent eye twinkles.

 

every demon sweating

in the shadows

will be dissolved

into the sugary chocolate

sludge waiting at the bottom

of our Yoohoo!

 

and,

most importantly,

we’ll deny we were there

when it happened.

Reviews

[Divinity Sleeps in This]

This has a lot of life in it RG and I'm always pushing people to write outside their spectrum and in a way I think you achieved what I had asked. (hehe did I sound demanding?)

This is a hail-merry-dance of verse! It's just ther right balance between natural and artificial. Thanks!

[freelancejouster]

the end ties it all together with a sort of ragged bow. a beautiful release of ideas and memories and childhood.

[Kenneth The Poet]

One hell of a piece, R.G., flowing with imagination and positivity. A clear, happy message within.

[Rene Velez]

A nice lyrical romp with a dash of flavor, a sweet tooth's dream of a revolution..nice work..

[The Silver Chord]

R.G., you have officially blown my mind. My hat is off to you. Wonderfully written and this has a way to hit home for every individual that reads it. I propose that anyone who has any sense should read this.

Nostalgia everywhere! This is a poem that, for whatever reason, breaks my heart. I can see myself as that boy, and I know who the girl is in my story, too.

[Victoria PoetryBunny]

Well... I love the beginning about

"stop thinking.

stop writing.

forget that poetry ever existed."

The imagery and bit of humor in this is well, the words you use are refreshing in a way.

I enjoyed these parts:

"we could catch snowflakes on our tongues,
set fires on the carpet
and pretend that laughter
is oxygen."

"and then the poem
will mushroom cloud
into an all out riot
of sweet wonderment
and innocent eye twinkles."

[John Jackson (El Juero)]

Allegory galore. I found this deLIGHTful, not dark at all. You may be hearing a different drum, but you are certainly not crazy. Thanks for sharing your realities with me, the one who often just doesn't get it!

[Nobody.]

Thanks Thomas. I agree. I have renamed the monster. :)
Cheers!

[thomas the younger]

excellent.

change the name. -what you meant to explore vies with where you ended up going...and, no matter WHAT...we must map the place for true.

so: how about "Denial" or "Slamdance" or "Dervish" or...well, YOU know. -go back, and read this as if you'd never chosen a title--read it as if it is stranger to you--read, and tell me what it sets loose in you.

it IS, in all, about a poem.
but it's the one we've all been writing, eh?

something to contemplate.

[Brad]

missed your writing, bro, your poetry always brings a point home, and when it is home...it bites the shyte out of you until you're left with reminders