Erratica

There is a location that is sporadic
Erratic
Here one moment, then gone,
Phantasmagoric
Terrifying, horrific
Spontaneous, combustions, fun by the ton
Coupled with circuit breakers, set to crash
The party, to end this LED belighted night-time thrash
Mash it all together, the monster mash,
1, 2, 3, let's all do the monster mash!
One, two three,
What is it that we see?
Through the ashened grove
By the darkened riverside, floating by,
Amid thousands upon thousands of specks
Of random lights, bits of photons
Accelerated bonds breaking, particles
Careening, adding to the randomness, there is
A bundle of cloth, a scrap
Of feeling, a whispering
Of thought? Too fleeting
And you shake your head, drive out these bewildered
Routes, from these mental roadmaps drop
Like liquid beadings flung outwards by the maddened
Frenetic shaking of a soggy dog, drip, drop off
Out, away, gone
Too fast, too much, too hard
Its erratic, you say,
I say, this is erratica
Fantastica, magica, erratica

This is life
We might as well live it
Convulse together, feet trampling across
Green fields dotted
With daisies, puddles, and stars
This erratica, this frenetic motion
Bringing alternatives into volition
Making dreams come to fruition
This erratica, sprinkling of spirits
Energy coursing through every one
All mass, all matter connected by a determinant factor
And the erratica, bursting at the seams
Willing to be released, it is life
But I see faces turning, away
Fingers clinging to chain-link arrays
Of fences, of defenses
Of barriers to crying faces
Because we think that hoping, wishing
Deface us, deflate us
Leaving us open to be stabbed
It is true, erratica is not cozy
Not cotton-balled soft, not capped and corked
And packed in layers of bubble-wrap and foam

So through this night, I wander, I wonder
Am I alone in erratica
Or was I first in line to send myself off
Bubblewrapped, for the morti-cian

Reviews

[Seshat Nidaba]

I enjoyed the poetic vocab in this, it was a light I could not always pretend to understand!

How many god-damn good Lilies are there anyhow, who write poems?

[RLEVick]

"Phantasmagoric"
"Spontaneous, combustions, fun by the ton"
"Bubblewrapped, for the mortician"

great imagery, loving it

[Hello, Goodbye]

Love the title, the concept, and the overall imagery..

[nostal]

Delightful.

[stellasautelle]

Love the flow of it.. nice work :)

[PianoandPage]

love the fluid, acid trip phrasing. you have amazing sense of sounds and how they run together and play.

i think i like this erratica. :)

so many great lines, it is a real pleasure to read. at times almost overwhelming but i think your line breaks and stanza spacing works.

the end confused me a little but overall i get the sentiment running throughout.

[serpent]

what wonderful imagination!!! I loved your way of expression.
the last stanza took it to another level altogether...

"So through this night, I wander, I wonder
Am I alone in erratica
Or was I first in line to send myself off
Bubblewrapped, for the morti-cian"

The write in itself is a different language....pleasing and charming in its own beautiful way. I am sure everyone who reads it can relate to it easily. Afterall we all feel this erractic way sometimes or the other.
sheer genius this is!
kudos!!!

[Doug Ordunio]

OMG! Finally, something on WC which demonstrates imagination! (in addition to intelligence, humor and myriad other things). I like the departure at the end with "mortician" I actually considered that profession once (quite seriously).

The title's double entendre is wonderful...

[Ramiz Ilham Khan]

The whole thing just splashed me. Innovative and explosive. Good Work. :-)

[KUFU]

You go Lily. This poem was indeed frenetic! I started smiling about here:

"There is a location that is sporadic
Erratic"

...and my smile just grew as I continued to read. You slowed it down towards the end, but that didn't mean I as the reader was let down. You tied the whole wild thing up with a warning to one's self as well as the reader not to become a simple, mass produced, cheap thing. Cheapness is often tossed away like so many fads have been. You've convinced me this Erratica is the place to be!
Loud and commanding with attitude! YEAH!! Yet the poem is ultimately introspective and contemplative. A Joy to read! This one goes to my favorites!