a splendid oeuvre

definitely the weirdest & messiest "completed" poem I've written in 2017, but a lot of fun burning myself out with.

 

kraftwerk doppelgängers larking

just like pedestrian fungi

buoyed by bergamot and poppies

a chrysalis or Charybdis high

what a dazzling sphinx’s cosmos whose foyer we intern in, and

 

earthly love is an alizarin gyroid devoid of

aliquot adages or thespian obelisks, but

worldly love is often prone to geoid hemorrhoids &

defibrillated gyrating passionate huzzahs

…but what a splendid oeuvre

it would be to see you all:

 

“my zigzag froufrou friends and I swivel hippily

w/ our leopard prongs & dandy menageries &

carousing sylvan carols. lithe ligaments of

papyrus manrays and dollops of carmine cochineal

adorned the fringes of our drag raiment

which we esteemed exquisite but chris price cried

our chrysalis gaudy. so we limped back into

haberdasheries for simpletons’ slacks & sighed.

& I thought,

‘chris is as toxic as closed chakras of coccyges.’”

 

fallacious phallaceae in

Dionysian arboretums

sung tetrahedral choruses

to yr apopemptic kisses

my cris de coeur were not pyrrhonic yawps because yr

 

earthly love is an alizarin gyroid devoid of

aliquot adages or thespian obelisks, and

worldly love is often prone to geoid hemorrhoids &

defibrillated gyrating passionate huzzahs

but what a splendid oeuvre

so we paraded deranged 

Author's Note

Aside from the middle segment - which is meant to have a stream-of-consciousness spoken word vibe - I did have specific rhythms in mind constructing this piece, but it might have gotten lost along the way.