A Brief Interlude In-Between Births

The only thing that would have been different

from what had happened in the morning 

is the fact that you have no idea 

what I'm doing with your life, 

quelled cerebral, 

spoon ineligible, 

weevil issues and 

a bucket of cider; 

vinegar chips and the 

rest of the bourbon bile, 

bikers crunching gravel and 

their teeth cracking in the lurking potential, 

the cosmos squad formulates jello for our skulls, 

the same day water drinks itself and drools out a cloud of silver linings, 

wings of birds of prey sail aligned with the moons third eye, all the while  

licking her naval with a lemon dropper, 

astounding ash in capillaries and cigarette stubs in her eyes,

when we went to the park we saw the 

homeless man rejoice in the sorrow of his freedom, 

playing a guitar with four strings and a 

rabbit named Hendrix perched on his head

-- we made it to the ocean all right but there's no jelly in that cortex

Author's Note

A dilly dally for you.

Reviews

[ZackOfBridge]

The poem is a liquid and its form, a sort of vase, holds it together, intermixes it. Its like a stew of sexually frustrated nuclei attracting and repulsing eachother. Like the ideas don't belong together, but are stored in the same urn regardless.

[Chadvonswan]

I like how you write reviews Zack. You just blew my mind about the liquid text and the vase. S**t, that's a good observation

[Gaston Villanueva]

*Sometime in the future at an Ivy League College*
"What English class are you taking this semester?"
- I'm taking English522: Analysis of Chadvonswan

[Chadvonswan]

Hahaha this was the greatest review I've ever recieved