Sand Swept Vaults Asunder MP3 (<— click to hear poem read)
Vacuous metallic corpuscles of atrophied carnival houses
with moth flitted undercarriages toppled by dew drops
verdant encounters alight on ships autocratic thunder
while jacks tear sewn clamped muscles
tethered pulleys follow sand swept vaults asunder
lightening dives aquatic glow leading horses
until epiphanies along lichen paths
to feathered bodices wrapped in crocus
erudite ladling of wisdom’s meandering
caricatures stumble upon crested nations
trailing caches and eel holes while snow
leopards prowl vicarious passages
literature kneels for car exhaust fouled tresses
veil occidental communication trips ether
grading terrible morasses
counting infinite loops of harbors creating
http://chromalexicon.com/2011/07/12/%e2%80%98pataphysics-conceptual-art-bounded-forms-and-efficacy/
This writing is very intense.
Looking forward to new posts !!
Whaoah this is mental…but also awesome. Probably the most images I’ve ever had in my head at the same time!
Well that’s a feat. Thanks for the feedback.
What a wonderful exploration of the the senses – Well done!!
wow you create quite the flow of imagery in this …
Oh, I love it. I love hearing your voice when you’re so far away from me. Reading your poems is like having a really deep conversation with you. They’re so clearly You. Great images. I miss you.
Oh, I didn’t know you read them, thank you. I miss you too.
I feel as if my brain has been passed from one dancing image to another, handed off, and twirled, like a ballerina in a complex ballet. I had to stop and stand on my toes for ‘feathered bodices wrapped in crocus,’ and did a quick but profound grand-plié when faced with the eel-holes and snow leopards. I leave you a well worn pair of pink toe-shoes and a single swan feather lightly floating in the air.
Oh, I love the shoes and the swan feather (especially that it is still suspended). I know the experimental work can present a quandry so I always appreciate your willingness to play. Wonderful that it came across as a complex ballet and not a great knot of roots in the forest to trip over.