Rip, Flare!

Tiny people, tiny hands, 

puny leaders, puny lands. 

Set a cage at a corner store, 

and rattle the caged doors. 

You'll be able to hear

beating rhythms

from the caging walls.

The clatter, patter 

and the screeching

The jingle, jangle,

and the battling 

against the bars.

Battlefield in the marketplace, 

raged against the lock.

Limitations to keep you 

from sinking, but 

to keep you 

sinking.

Patterns and logic

dressing on robotics

round and round

here we go

ring ring ringing

on the phones. 

Who's there? to 

a Knock, knock.

Hysterical.

Bang, bang, banging

of the storm

Rock, rock, rocking

of the waves

along a long long ride,

hours upon ours 

atop our shoulders, 

by a boat ride

weighing in with sighs.

Down to the grave--

Ceremonious. 

Tracks of a cemetery--

Marks and carving.

Tricks for many treats and gifts

a bounty wrapped neat

Like shells of the sea.

Dug holes into stones

like sea shells and cheap sells

hardening hearts dead-stiff

as if it's more profitable, 

as if it's more likely.

More probable that

Hungry, psychosomatic

plague of appetite, 

bodily blood, as it swells 

apart from love,

shedding nightly,

pangs across the seats

Fog slipping through

rips and tears of

the bone, getting to my head

The fog getting to my mind

right along a

Ride along

Ferries of merrymaking

songs soft spoken 

mainly a part of 

an opening

sung in a smoking land

Better rip away, rip apart 

from cloudy days, dark winds

raining upon bone

before you become a fog machine

before you turn into bird brains,

airy and clouded. 

Put pressures on the beating storm,

and float, winged 

on the rise

aerodynamic, feather

words in the wind,

blow by blow.

Pound on the doors

Bang into the sails

until there's a light, 

lit up like a firework.

Make yourself beam.

Reviews

[emmajoy]

What a post.. feel exhausted yet ready to soar again, read again, feel again. You write with enormous energy.. never fading, needing to express whatever comes to mind.. but also emotional. In fact there's an extraordinary use of a mix of the senses.. varying emotions, '.. Hungry, psychosomatic .. plague of appetite, .. bodily blood, as it swells .. apart from love,.. shedding nightly,.. pangs across the seats .. Fog slipping through .. rips and tears of .. the bone, getting to my head .. The fog getting to .. .. '

Feel as if i've been in a half dream-nightmare of on a carousel that went crazy yet clung on with grim something. I need to return, read more when i've slept a week.. meantime what a fantastic read! .

PS, not sure i know what the actual meaning is.. but heigh ho.. its mesmerising.

[DANGER]

This might be about hunger? in the streets? all around.. and one being: in the tides

[emmajoy]

ah... i read aloud.. often do with long pieces.. will return later and read very carefully, then might re.write another review. Forgive me, if i've written a lousy assessment.. i often do.. must stop letting my mind soar!!

[DANGER]

your reactions/expressions are impressive/stunning.. the first part of my "poem" is the sounds of a crow making a fuss in a bird cage and so on

[emmajoy]

Later when all's quiet in my world, going to read your post again... think i need to read, slowly, aloud... and see what more i can find!