Built This Tomb Together, I Will Fill It Alone - ExperimentalA Poem by Brenden Bow
I wrote this one on my iPhone. All things considered, I think it turned out quite well if I do say so myself - and I do.
A surrealist’s painting pitches forward, into the throes of obsession’s love, with open waters, as a seagull steals a young girl’s paintbrush. In her mind’s turned-blind-eye, she feels time’s water’s frantically green rush.
At the line’s end, when all
passengers have had their stops, she’ll bite Mister Vampire Boyfriend
In her paints, her film, are
innumerable veils of which Mr. Irony, Surrealistic cannot un-see,
Because all starts and stops are
honestly " and quite truly " martyr-bent, self-immolated winds,
With oil in Their cloud-tubed, sky-rimmed ocean, and, with two fish in the sand, toad number one, lose the stand.
The entity, he, it, she, is the one I mentioned previously, his, its, her mission is noble, a simple one at that: To eat the atmosphere of all those who end up " or just end " here by the rise of a hat.
© 2012 Brenden Bow
Added on July 1, 2012
Last Updated on July 1, 2012
AboutI've been writing for nine years. It's a solitary art, writing; seclusion works wonders for one's evolution as a writer. I enjoy secluding myself for days, sometimes weeks, with my work. more..