Sunday, September 4, 2011

Solitary Emptiness

Blog post # 226:
(226 = 2*113.)

Inept Slander

Aside From Infinitesimals

Violent Blandness

Displaced Crescendo



Tough Failures
His Future Goal


See Balloon
As Lone Lobe


One poem, written today:

Its Fangs Oddly Not Of Teeth

Solitary emptiness is hewn
from the concavity of
This partial sphere. Oh,
in the mouth among us,
A bulb ascends into
displaced crescendo, yes.
And again, the one cusp
equals that lip. Its
Angle is both vertical and
oblique, yet it obscures
Failing void with its protrusion,
with its breath.

For, here are these
two knives within. They
Are dissimilar but askew.
They rise from
Their floating unto
attachment. And the mouth
Is to dream of its shards,
of its fangs
Oddly not of teeth.
Throughout this jutting,
Thoughts do become
such a teratoma, do become
Such beautiful superstition
overtly chewed.




Psycho Babbling Basher said...

Wow, I love the way Inept Slander looks.
Except that you poetry still makes me sad.

flip said...