Question by oh my: the time is nigh for "another imitation poem from dlp" hope you had fun -i did here's a recap?
DYNASTY PLINASTY
dynasty plinasty--
boring buffalos salute the salimander.
baboons,buffoons, rule the work lizard.
will the scale male parade it's green and gold in utter abandon?
With it's teeth and slime and parking meters sublime--
and make claim to it's birthright in space and time?
CLOVER OF DOVER
Hover sweet Heather, over the clover, under the thunder of the insect dragon.
Heal sweet Heather, heal the hurt, remove the dirt from my beer sausage; from my wretched, twisted and demented circuitry.
"Bring me my hot dog" my dear Debbie moans.
Morbid sighs, silken thighs, conceal the African butterfly.
"Buffy, Buffy , roughy toughy" the bit*h barks to her demanding dog friend.
"Buffy,Buffy, I'v had enoughy!"
Painted lips, spill over hospital white. Chunks and hunks. Flotsam and jetsam of yesterdays lunch.
"Shaddap Shaddap!" her gray head shakes, quivers and quakes, dispelling myths of flying flakes.
dispersing moths, displaying snakes.
THE DIPLOMAT
The thick chair cups the fat as^ of the pencil cop.
The meeting is adjourned but he is once again Lincoln Continental safe.
"Darling will you rub my leg?" he begs as his pink lips abandon the spittle of his own helplessness.
Fat turned to wax.
He slides between the sheets of their king size double-cyrpt; only to find the mannequin gone.
RENUNCIATION ATTEMPT
Never shall I wade
Never shall I slip-into the depths.
Into the ooze
Into the warm anesthetic flow of self ingratiation.
Of fetid tumultuous narcissism.
Nor shall i venture into the arenas; Into those meat rending- chambers
of razor- tongued, blunt- brained image brokers.
Rather that the screeching, grunting warthogs
and the jackals of the underworld should feast upon my stinking flesh;
Rather that they should feast.
SUBTERRANEAN METAPHOR.
Somnambulant visions persist
despite the wakeful vigilance of hyper-cortical omni-luminosity.
A splendid foolishness bursts forth.
The rich red flowing fire of neglected and abandoned desire
ignites the mind to far flung spasms
Primal monsters grunt and screech.
Vertical walls of wet stone echo from the abyss,the drunken violence of a tortured soul.Yet the cool liquids of aquamarine,
azure blue and malachite green
can slake the thirst and silence the scream.
Then put to rest the somnambulant dream.
MINOR ANTHROPOMORPHIC RELAPSE
The shoreline was cluttered with stones.
And with each retreating wave the mass of rounded forms,
clicking and clacking
would rise in thunderous applause...
Please no doubt that someone paused to take notice
A POEM TO COMMEMORATE MY GRADUATION
Onward and upward
Forward and forward
Inward and outward
So the light of reason is cast.
Only to fall upon and scatter and loose itself
in the masterfully incoherent cognitive refuse.
Thus in paths obverted,everted,subverted and outraged,
decipherable only by hallucinatory and encrypted minds so it travels.
Thus the pedestrian is assaulted
Behold how his peppered mind reels!
How his thirst for the absurd is sated.
And how he too seeks refuge in incomprehensibility
TERMINOLOGY FOR THE ABSOLUTE
All is nothing.....
Nothing is all....
"Is" is "is"
And "is" is "is not"
For "is not" is "is not"
And vice versa.
Or versa vice.
For versa vice is its own
Vice versa.
UNTITLED
Blithering,
Yes blithering,
I am exhumed from the tangled morass
of mundane delusions.
Sweetly I am kissed by the ego-alien.
Megalomaniac.
Independent of the will,
he offers to fulfill the half crazed animus who braves this world.
So twist me gently
My thrashing whip master.
And twist me again!
EIGHT
8 = 8
= 8 =
SCORPIONS
Wander past
Past wandering
Past the prunes of my tarantula garden.
Boat orange and lemon splatter the legs of the beast.
Clean claws
Injection complete.
Random attacks the sweet order of thought.
TOTAL APOCALYPSE
Quivering thighs rescue the belching god-dammit of the iron donkey.
Purpose intervenes in the convention of sea sponges.
Why am I victimized in the attack of the thought purple?
Didn't the pebble grinder get his fair share of words?
Did the queen turkey bite the shine of the cop-insect's buckle?
Or was it just the dawning of a new apocalypse?
goodbye thanks for all you comments- for the ones who like them and the ones who didn't -i like them all-well most of them. i am hoping dap will take up the pen again and when he does i'll post them here. jeff you are the best-best regards debbie
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Answer by stephen k
It is not the content that bothers me but the formatting, as it comes off more like disjointed thoughts than a cohesive river of consciousness
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