Challenge Expected
Welcome to the bizarre bazaar of my mind
like an orange it doesn't rind
undiagnosed self-dosed
unfiltered it flitters
finishing a thought or not
faulty memory/wiring
less a stream of consciousness, more a
steam of no consequence
envelopes me like a fog
I try to grab some drops
but it just makes my brain fingers slippery
a platypus swims across
everything tastes like chicken except for eggs
six in one and something about your mother
does anyone else ever feel like their computer head
is just hanging there on the blue screen
or is constantly rebooting? the same four notes
playing over and over and over
into the spiral of infinity that is never far from
my trains of thought, as they travel this way and that
on their mobius strip tracks, turning inside out and
upside down but always returning to the same spot
like a roomba (was that supposed to be capitalized?)
I think, it's hard to let go of the idea of perfection
even when I'm trying to show the chaos of my mind
ugh, the silhouette of my poem got super blocky
time for some
short lines to add
interest
that's better
anyway, where was I? which train was traveling the fastest?
oh no a drawbridge, will it raise in time
or will we crash through into the castle of my mind?
crash
quiet
it's oddly quiet in here, the trains are gone
the birds have all flown down under
I wonder why anyone would want to read
this disorganized mess it's not even hot
a tepid squirming mass of ew
I'm not even going to finish that
Whatever, if you made it this far you deserve a present
here's a peasant, how pleasant
he's wearing a pheasant
*snickerdoodle
gotta remember to drink water today
I can see why people don't like this style
who wants to stare into the face of insanity
or is that just humanity
hey writer Bunny
we're all mad hare
Turtle Time
Dipping dogs.
Trampling turtles.
Cocoa butter biscuits.
Getting lost on purpose.
Daydreaming at night.
Buried treasure in the bellies of giants.
Lock your eyeballs.
Flitter away.
Your skin is showing.
Mine is melting.
Paper mache planets.
Ice cream dandelions.
Danger is lurking.
I have a flat tire.
Broken blinds.
Ties that bind.
Biding my time.
Timing the turtles.
The Copper Promise
During your flight into the land of free
look to find the sight of me
as I stand tall for you to see
Trust in My light, a beacons plea,
In the New York night, as a symbol of eternity
the light that shines showing way to liberty and opportunity.
I Liberty, stand for freedom and opportunity,
to all those in desperate need.
Trust in my crown for all are welcome,
those who flew the seven seas,
those escaping disease,
those seeking refuge,
those who are on the verge of dreams anew,
the land of freedom will always be open to you.
Is what I wish I could say to you
In the land of free, where dreams were meant to be, I once was a sign of simplicity,
for those coming with different ethnicity
I Liberty, stand for freedom and opportunity,
to all those in desperate need.
A promise from me,
A copper lady within the sea.
Not held true, by the means of the machines
hiding behind the scenes of greed.
Complications and manipulation,
Language varies and multicolored cherries
Why does one cherry bask in the sun so bright,
And the other be burdened with hates cruel bite,
I Liberty, Once, Stood for freedom and opportunity,
to all those in desperate need,
don’t question how she got there
She told me she was drowning
But we were in the kitchen, so she was obviously lying
I pointed this falsehood and she giggled and let herself out
This was her house, but maybe it became my house in her absence
I looked into the sink and realized
Oh crap, she was right, she's drowning
She drowning in my sink
Hidden Treasure
Too busy to stop and too busy to see,
too busy giving sweetly packaged pieces of me.
I looked up be it brief what I saw destroyed me.
The brass ring jingled painfully the sounds made unearthly.
The reflection, who is she?
Nobody mentioned.
Has she always been there?
I had a vague recollection.
Then I was falling fast out of my mind.
Where were the hands I held all my life?
Nobody there, those mortals I trusted.
Not just backed away but becoming the culprits.
The reflection reached out, glittering light.
Through the terror and anguish I could still see her shine.
Again I was falling down impossible depths.
There is nothing lower, not in life, not in death.
Like Alice through the looking glass,
how could I say goodbye?
It all mattered so much,
so I tried and I tried.
Watching it all spinning away and away,
seeing parts of me in all I had given away.
My mind stilled and I knew,
I had nothing left in me to help me through.
I held nothing back and got nothing returned.
The last of me was tattered and burned.
The last of me was gone long ago,
feeding the needs of those who needed me so.
They left when they realized what they had done.
Nothing left in me useful, time to move on.
Landing in this upside-down place terrified and confused.
Creatures knew my name, none of them I knew.
I couldn’t trust anything in this world without shape.
I curled up in a pitiful void, my sorrow my cape.
I cried silver butterflies and orange dragons with ropes.
My tears fell into seeds growing owls and wolves.
They grew loud and hungry in the void of my pain.
Terror and weakness grew as they raged.
I lay there for lifetimes of seconds and breaths.
Years into minutes I wept and I wept.
My mind raced and spun searching for the cure.
The moments she stood there my mind was empty and pure.
I would think of that nobody of light not worth mention.
The dragons stood guard with butterflies on there noses.
The owls crying tears big as mirrors to mask me.
Those tears with reflections materializing her with me.
I’d see her there shimmering in fantastic form.
Hiding in the void now wrapped in her arms.
I'd look to the dragons realizing anew,
how lost I was now in this world beyond truth.
I'd forget beautiful nobody again and again.
Sliding fast to delirium, falling back out of my head.
Emerging she’d creep between claw and buzzing wing.
First random, then often, then an everyday thing.
Years had gone by still she came everyday.
One day I bravely didn't push her away.
I held out my hand her face showed delight.
She took me by the hand we emerged into bright.
She held me steady while I looked around.
Eyes adjusting to the new reality I found.
I looked back again to my magical friend.
Laughing at my expression, awareness set in.
Reaching out I touched the cool glass I stared in.
Twirling around she glittered so free.
I felt the air around me as I twirled,
keeping pace…with me?
My laugh grew louder,
myself time to be.
She was me; I was her, the magical nobody.
Staying hidden behind the masks I would go by.
This time with no hiding she was visible and bright.
I realized with horror, I was hiding from my own light!
I wasn’t protecting myself from the monsters!
I was only protecting the pain that I fostered!
No, she laughed again, you gave you away without any care.
You’d have given them me too, you were so unaware.
Instead your pain saved me, kept me hidden and safe.
Now you understand and it’s a glorious day.
Now I am safe with you, full of trust and full of love.
I'd never give you away, you are a gift from above!
Myself, I remarked,
quickly grasping the point.
Your quiet genius you know that?
Her curtsy making me laugh.
You knew they would never let me be free,
if the light of you, sill flickered through me.
Safe then, in our dark despair. Who wants that?
We weren’t worth their care!
The light not put out, but carefully tended,
allowed only to burn as a tiny hot ember.
For staying hidden back then was the only way through.
Hiding my light is what led me to you.
On the Fly
Swat. The thing about the face,
Absurd, is that it make more sense
in all its nonsense, that it be, on another plane,
than the Ill logic of our everyday, tocking,
which on poker prodding more often than not
crumbles like the iced expression of a cobbler
perspiring, that on seconds, or third condensation of
thought builds, as much as it spills, and sandcastles in
the mouth of Lascaux, a bezel round, the cave in which,
our hand, is further strapped, as subsequent menu, running
the cold cuts, on the wall to which we lug,
stalactite teeth, salivating, ticking,
a little too hungry for the dream
we were watching...
02.18.2024
No nonsense challenge @Bunny
with or without receipt
when the Universe
declines
in kid gloves
stretching the skin
sacrificial
I think of Dana
and losing touch
the herd
thinned
the babies
dispersed
the land
so close
to being sold
a dance beat
Native
in space
else
where
it could be
man or woman
...who will judge
the stepping out
of Time
beside
a small town
ShopRite
jaws of register
a spoke poet
sound
hands molding
clay like candy
wordlessly
handling
the Flood