david and jonathans better half.

A Poem by dukovan

http://www.writerscafe.org/Smoke_Shifter This freaking guy. ^

part 2

a primal, guttural scream into the womb,
beneath the pyramid, the vessels,
lacking in sentient soul, they bleed onto my chair
and my bed;
to reference my recent poem, inversely,
the symbiosis is transformed, renewed;
mushrooms to appease these night tremors,
bringing breakfast table peace, they change the bulb;
the autistic one acknowledges the wiring diagram;
I have fangs and devices to suck
and siphon poison and/or euphoria;
the whisk handles the white, but another bureaucratic branch handles pupils
How do you think Tolkien felt in the clutches of private enterprise?
the black puddle is spinning and spilling out art into your earballs
in 7 dimensions;
you mistook is for the witch's hat and/or shoes before the epic plateau

I've got this trance fusion
; I've hit level three after finding this cloak and dagger
the top of my head just disappeared
what ridiculous O.o.B.E.
one. key, know, be

I started to compare comprehension.
And in the moment I lazed into your chair,
My limbs were torn off
now I'm a table.
Now I'm eating off myself.
Florecent bulbs bursting and leaking.
Negative light staining
Into thinning shadows remaining
to speak Into words unheard.
Silently retreat to the ceiling
With a my dreams rising
Lazy boy reclining,
Flying solo, Flying so high.
Mediation of meditation;
Draining sinks for post consumption.
Letting you know its worth something.
When skimming the meaning,
i heard it was nothing.

Thats the key.

The words are swallowed between
each tic and toc
.From you on the wall I'm grandfathered into rock.
Tied into threes
For eventually
And eternally.
Statue I am, from the clock.

Eventually I'll be slipping through your fingered loss

Untie the feeling of this stomached knot.
"Its not what I heard; it's what forgot."