Doing Time With Freud~Dreaming Jung Into The Mix

Doing Time With Freud~Dreaming Jung Into The Mix

A Poem by NoneOfYourBusiness akaKITTY KUTABAREakaCandyPole

I will pose on your velvet couch

sir

pin my limbs to the wood of the frame

before your magnified importance

as you attempt to dissect the inked Rorschach of my mind

my double face image

androgynous

in profile

my cobweb patterns in lace curves to bind

and hold together

the fragments of my character

 

We will fall with the rain

my umbrella, moth eaten

above your head

I gaze over your broad shoulders

wondering what sort of mind you are drawing for me

on your legal pad

so old school you are, sir

where is your iPad

and, your split bifocals are charming!

 

Back to the staircase

up and down in spirals

at every level the scent of madness

bodies made of candle wax

melt into the tip of your ball point pen

scribbling

a funhouse image

a merry go round

playing Modern English

and I melt with you

in the candle’s flame

 

There are decades buried in the marble of this old room

where I puddle my muddled thoughts

kick the bucket of mead into the shallow shadows

corners come alive

mythology opens its palms

rocks a lullaby out of the ivory

and yes

 I still have the cradle

that gave birth to little red riding hood

swaddled in crimson stains

warmed by a wolf’s muzzle

 

I will pose on your velvet couch

my body stitched together with lilacs

my mind pouring the perfume of violets into the room

and we will dance with madness

and trauma

climb the mountain to Dehera’chena’a’Mortuanis

where it all began

in a downpour of butterflies

 

 copyright:2011vssmd/amusemusepress

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

© 2011 NoneOfYourBusiness akaKITTY KUTABAREakaCandyPole


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I insanely say that sanity is so colorful in its adaptations, Freud's attempt to enter a mind within his addicted dazzle has given way to thoughts profound. Your Id is seductive in this piece...And I bet even Freud's coke couldn't climb him so high...

Great Write!
RLG,
Tommy


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"as you attempt to dissect the inked Rorschach of my mind" , keyword - attempt

your surreal words swim the sea of the unconscious that only widen the horizons of the psyche ... your dance is mesmerizing ...

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You are unique among the unique, our love. Your imagry is incomparable.

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Tags: poetry, surreality, Jung, freud, psychosoul analisys, child as fragments, working the lid, from Pandora's box, playing with Pan, tapestries, and all the rest, of the shabang

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