I am wild with cosmic hallucinations.
Someone is in my cards, reading me back.
The spread is laughing toward
dripping mausoleums,
talking to me in mad riddles,
which I assume are mine because everything
is mine and
for me.
They attack me,
springing in lustrous succession
into my opal pores,
with star-shined claws,
and moonstone teeth.
Eloquent gashes crack porcelain thighs.
Open and close your mouth
for me to hide inside,
on the deepening firelight of your tongue,
bathing in your venom and
drinking from poison wells,
and empty wine bottles.
Want is good;
but it is not enough.
Be warned, vicious scoundrel,
it is never enough.
You have,
clenched in your jaws,
insatiability endless.
Clothed in gleaming hides;
in priestess mirrors.
Do I have you to blame
for the clusters of mania
glaring down at me
from the four corners?
I try to escape the whirlwind,
but it has faces.
And it wears your mouth,
where I live and breath
in allied amusement.
Oh my, your words spill like fire and ice and bring images alive.
Thank you so much. I’m happy to see you : )
OK, you reeled me in with the tarot images, and then…wow, this explodes all over the place but in a really good way. Kind of like the controlled burns they do to prevent forest fires.
Ooh, I love that. Thank you!
Poems often spring from me when I read Tarot. Here is another: https://shrinksarentcheap.wordpress.com/2013/03/01/horses-and-the-sky/
“They attack me,
springing in lustrous succession”
i think why I like these lines so much is because they are for me what poetry is in expression. Even if a poem has no discernible meter to it, really good lines coax a rhythm from directly within themselves. This is a really good example. like like like.
wow, thank you. rhythms tend to follow my writing without me realizing it.
“Do I have you to blame
for the clusters of mania
glaring down at me
from the four corners?”
I love that part.
so happy to see you.
no no, the pleasure is mine. I love your writing.
the feeling is very mutual.
Your imagery is immaculately invasive. This may be your best work, as if it’s possible to rank your poems based on literary or intellectual criterion.
alliteration and compliments. i like nothing more : )
You have quite a fan base going on here. I told you you were great.
It feels new…
It’s called talent: act accordingly.
yessir.
No condescension intended.
Never. I was just being short-syllabled along with you. Which, for us, is actually pretty rare. Never worry about words with me. Spit them out, I need more. 😉
I could read your writing all day long and never tire of it.
So sweet.
Just honest. There are many people whose writing style I like, but you pour your soul on that screen. That’s not just style. That’s on a deeper level. Glad I found your blog.
I am, too.
🙂
Wow, that was quite the roller coaster ride! Nicely done!
See, that’s what happens when you believe in universes, John 😉
Oh, I believe in the universe, and quite possibly multiple universe. I just have a different take on what’s motivating it all 😉
do tell!
Patience grasshopper, all in good time…
Fine. I’ll just play my grasshopper-y leg-harps til then. 😀
Fantasia! Fantasia! Fantasia!
Oh, I believe in the universe, and quite possibly multiple universe. I just have a different take on what’s motivating it all 😉