Black Like Smoke, Blue Like Ink

An experiment..

A slave of south sails
Into the monarch
numeral
Another genocide
pushes the invalid iron
Up through the
Chimney
Outside another invalid
speaks to the amateur
Telephone
transmitter
The noise contents
etches
the verbal cube into a
heart

The coverage
distorts the
propaganda
behind the amused nurse
The overdue concrete bores
underneath the calculator
A gear bucks under the
sensitive red motor
oriental tip derives the skirt
Will a sinful eye monitor a
transformed supernatural?
A ghost succeeds under this cloud

How does a brain clog?
The envy responds
throughout tangled tendons
Our loyal concept offers the secret
Under a dividing delight
sneaks the consumed horror
The reserved poison rattles
throughout this globe
Only when a dire memory
Is expressed aloud

The injury complains about
our skins beneath the plastic remedies
Sunday I hear her insults prattle
Off of the wood stained soil
The smaller muddle transmits
the anonymous accident
This offspring poses within
the winning animal
enforcing tongues to
lie root in your
addictive lobes
Someday the chemicals will boil
within our unaware glands

The road boggles below:
The absent house snacks
beside the outcry
Your road quibbles!
Opposite the colleague spins
the sallow motive in absolute
Synchronicity

How will the molecule cry?

A desire refrains opposite
every unknown
The rending chemicals cough
Soon enough the
sour apple will sack a
An unborn spirit
Why won't an answer question?
Should the clouds ease the
wandering killer into shade?

••••••

She prejudices
the plagued prisoner (I)
The duplicate art surfaces
In a wistful afternoon
Somewhere in Wales
The screws break hold
The unspecified finger
points above the fortune
A characteristic pulses
below a stifled remedy

The dense
vegetable rants
The symphony of
sympathy staggers
Refined breath
reflects in the
murdered
eye
How will a bulb reveal
each connected cypher?
I do not know

The expressway
weathers the purple
Nitrogen above the craft
The soul stunts the charter
Meanwhile
Her stomach breathes
within the gear
When will the praised mankind spit?
Her sinewy dress
prevails next to a tree

A quiet novice emerges
into a pub
How wrong thoughts fizz
Safe questions scream when
The desert inherits a doubt
The wonderful custom
worries after a contract
How can a toothless yawn
become relieved?

An axis traced
in the air caves
an sour mark
beside the champagne
A fringe accepts the
conversation, silky as it is
...
The mirror stares before itself

••••

Can the stranger breathe your air?
So the referenced substance confesses the curse,
for tomorrow mirrors yesterday in occurrence and incidents
(magnetic)
The glass decides where to
rain without the northern clouds
Across the surgery board
reverts my ecology
Below the voltage
barrel smokes the
speeding shell

The delicious music
faints across the thirst
Your puzzling handful
of lungs laughs at me;
the lecturer calculates
throughout the cube,
crushing bulbs before
the crowd
The previous photograph
cautions into
the sphere;
Hues of gray
Dreams surface
To her eyes
But she
Swallows
Them
And lets them settle
Expiring,
Black like Smoke
Blue like Ink

Author's Note

Cut up technique

Reviews

[ZackOfBridge]

Is this the one I read aloud?
What I like is that there is so much said but it doesn't continue in one direction but spreads in all directions (maybe true of all cut-up poetry?). It makes me wonder if Art needs a meaning or if it just has to be a feeling, Ya know?

[Chadvonswan]

Indeed this is the very same one. I think the meaning would be the feeling, like a baby crying alone in the depths of space. And these cut up words put together are entire syntax galaxies in their own form