"telescoped" poems
they said they did it for efficiency's sake.
birthed machine after machine,
just to increase the rate
per
time.
no god-given talent or skill,
can defeat this adaptive assembly line.
no man- P
no fire- O
no brain- W
no super- E
no will- R
it's flawless at first glance, and maybe even second.
simply perfect to the naked eye; even the telescoped, i reckon.
but under a microscope, it becomes simple to see,
this single-purposed way of life isn't human; how can it be?
just like control + C, control + V,
i believe they've synchronized simplicity.
believe they've synchronized simplicity.
they've synchronized simplicity.
synchronized simplicity.
simplicity.
.
.yticilpmis
.yticilpmis dezinorhcnys
.yticilpmis dezinorhcnys ev'yeht
.yticilpmis dezinorhcnys ev'yeht eveileb
.yticilpmis dezinorhcnys ev'yeht eveileb i
,V + lortnoc ,C + lortnoc ekil tsuj
?eb ti nac woh ;namuh t’nsi efil fo yaw desoprup-elgnis siht
,ees ot elpmis semoceb ti .epocsorcim a rednu tub
.nokcer i ,depocselet eht neve ;eye dekan eht ot tcefrep ylpmis
.dnoces neve ebyam dna ,ecnalg tsrif ta sselwalf s’ti
R -lliw on
E -repus on
W -niarb on
O -erif on
P -nam on
.enil ylbmessa evitpada siht taefed nac
,lliks ro tnelat nevig-dog on
.emit
rep
etar eht esaercni ot tsuj
,enihcam retfa enihcam dehtrib
.ekas s’ycneiciffe rof ti did yeht dias yeht
Aug 6, 2011
Aug 6, 2011 at 10:15 PM UTC
The face of the precipice is black with lovers;
The sun above them is a bag of nails; the spring's
First rivers hide among their hair.
Goliath plunges his hand into the poisoned well
And bows his head and feels my feet walk through his brain.
The children chasing butterflies turn around and see him there
With his hand in the well and my body growing from his head,
And are afraid. They drop their nets and walk into the wall like smoke.
The smooth plain with its mirrors listens to the cliff
Like a basilisk eating flowers.
And the children, lost in the shadows of the catacombs,
Call to the mirrors for help:
'Strong-bow of salt, cutlass of memory,
Write on my map the name of every river.'
A flock of banners fight their way through the telescoped forest
And fly away like birds towards the sound of roasting meat.
Sand falls into the boiling rivers through the telescopes' mouths
And forms clear drops of acid with petals of whirling flame.
Heraldic animals wade through the asphyxia of planets,
Butterflies burst from their skins and grow long tongues like plants,
The plants play games with a suit of mail like a cloud.
Mirrors write Goliath's name upon my forehead,
While the children are killed in the smoke of the catacombs
And lovers float down from the cliffs like rain.
Apr 28, 2010
Apr 28, 2010 at 12:34 PM UTC
i've a plundering urge
to whom it is absurd,
the black teeth
the blood scribes
the woe, the whither,
the word
i felt seen from afar
telescoped warmth cups my right shoulder
and i expand from shrivel in your forgiving light
are you my soilmate ?
for you i prepare scents beading from my most sweaty regions
a moist sporing emits in nifty allium spritzes
i stammer to a standing position
and exercise my full height
sporting,
i swing and tap an annihilated aluminum bat
sounding out my specific code of fidelations
resonation through the ground
and suddenly you are near
receiving the humming
up the souls of your doughy bare feet
you shiver
i prance wildly and perfect kilter in my hips
i offer to preen you
i present you with a pyramid of spittle balloons
i **** myself a little
i sink my teeth into your side (it's not 'your jam'
but we recover the mood)
i give chase to you for you to be chased
and it's a wild kind of keen fun
and you are a madcap display of laughter and wide smiles
and within i feel a gordian nest
of some lust manoeuvre
(maybe we can copulate face-to-face ?)
pondering scars wounds that were much deserved
the white meat the bright stars delivered
who is rude to the rule of what is ours ?
i knew you
magnesium burn and unwholesomely dauntless
bold your portfolio always within an easy reach
your passionate simmering might you branded my eye
and now we're similar mites in a feather
simian partners surveying territory needs
and then you’re gone again
vanished
and we are distant minds that strike the hour together
like before
between our signals I am met with cross chatter
my hemispheres bicker
and retorting memories barrage
refunding the past
and taking you away from me
i am a mating dunce once more
i shrivel
May 31, 2023
May 31, 2023 at 9:00 PM UTC
Under the microscope,
the microcosm of hope being telescoped
into your eyes.
Who out there denies that they have never been intrigued,have never walked the seven leagues to find inside themselves the mind that is their own,
Is it me,
am I all alone in this,do the stars not shine outside these bars of mine?
Underneath the microscope the seeds of hope shall grow,shall know me yet,before you forget me.
Feb 10, 2014
Feb 10, 2014 at 7:08 AM UTC
I've walked up and down these city streets
Left my prints along the beach
Searching for that which I need
But seldom is it within reach
Every nook and cranny in my home
Climbed high the mountain top alone
Never sure of where it's gone
The illusive poem
Day and night I will not rest
This poem to find I've made my quest
I've laid it out at my behest
There's nothing needed more than this
I've called up everyone I know
Rang the Vatican in Rome
I will not stop my on the go
Until I find this poem
I've trudged the jungles of the South
More places than I dare to count
And still have yet to figure out
How all this came about
I'll keep on with my keeping on
Never bowing to the loss of hope
Because deep inside one day I know
I will find this poem
I've looked up among the blinking stars
Telescoped Venus and Mars
Held up signs to passing cars
But failed to look deep in the heart
You'd have thought I would have known
The one place I failed to go
That's where it was all along
The illusive poem
May 20, 2017
May 20, 2017 at 9:11 AM UTC
That lopper-thingie on the end of a pole
Indelicately intrudes among the leaves
Telescoped out, its harsh geometry
Unnatural among the greenery
There seeking out an elusive apple spared
The nightly browsings of the day-shy deer
Or the nightly pillagings of raccoons
Who destroy more than they will ever eat
But there’s that apple – careful, careful – snip:
And down it falls, with an apple-saucy flip!
Jul 8, 2018
Jul 8, 2018 at 2:45 PM UTC
I celebrate the sun
A sweet warm yellow
That dawns on my cheeks
Harvested from the
Fertile fields of infinity
Ancient stardust sprinkled
Over the wet sand
I celebrate the waves
The shrieking birds and city
Sprawling at my back
I celebrate the song
Of my time-worn body
Tumbling like a leaf
In a time-worn world
Coming and going
As might please it
To come and go
I celebrate this
Life telescoped into a fraction
Of its expanding breadth
As though someone said
"To see a world
In a grain of sand"
To which I'd say
And to celebrate it
To celebrate it
No other time than now
Dec 20, 2020
Dec 20, 2020 at 3:09 AM UTC