Sprawled

Sprawled

A Poem by Anti Phalanx

Deranged dreams of dopamine and droggladui.
Cattersnaps snicker and seahorses suckle on snippets of straw.
The wall's a malicious blue of wibble, not wobble,
And the squirrel pips squarrel over sucrose and sea water.
Gail and bawl on a tippy top of the topsy turvy land whale.
Trudge and fill my lungs with a mountain sail.
Can't; stop; start; go; tridents trawl under audacious cargo; is that the sun?
The school choir murmurs in dissonant harmony as an anonymous man drowns in a cool, calm and assessed puddle as my view pans away from a desolate mansion in yellow.
A tempo neither fast nor slow do the heads move up on stationary shoulders,
Movement leaves a constant blur that never leaves.
The floorboards jitter and jutter in a forest of lust,
The bark is blue and the floor a musky grey, 
Generic people prance about with prominent features, masculinity in a dress of black frills.
Multiple arms waving from a single source.
The air is a steel green.
Compelled to create compulsive vomit in a medium of words,
Gibberish propelled by political pleads.
The eyes are closed.
The colour saturated but as bright as an androids day.
Kyrfkpqfvyrypypykmmln.
Phllmnfg.
Copper and rust is now a colour in a monochrome world, blinded by a computer screen on an otherwise empty desk.
Ominous papers switch off when I need them on and lights mean poverty and maybe loss of limb - plates of lettuce never let the lambs last - I begged.
No more sunlight please.
No more sunlight please.
My breath tastes sweet with a texture of bitter,
The clouds fall (heavy), maybe certain to hit her with litter.

Click, click.
The wind flies past but there's no bullets in the gun to end the fall but the rope's still loose round my neck

- maybe.

I can see a sky but nothing else.

It's a long fall.

It's hard to see the bottom from so high up.

© 2015 Anti Phalanx


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I really love how...euphoric this is, that's the best I can describe it. The way you take random things and string them together to make such beautiful art is just...jaw dropping to me. I also love the ending and how powerful you make it.

Posted 8 Years Ago


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Anti Phalanx

8 Years Ago

I wouldn't say euphoric, but it's interesting how you think it's so. I think I can see where you're .. read more
This is sublime. The imagery is absolutely gorgeous, especially in the first few lines.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Anti Phalanx

8 Years Ago

Thank you, I'm glad you think so. Don't let the cattersnaps bring you down I say, snickering gits.

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Added on April 25, 2015
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Anti Phalanx
Anti Phalanx

Solihull, West Midlands, United Kingdom



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Professional Hobbyist. I live in a box. It is my box. I like my box. I like to peak out of it once in a while & feel glad about not peaking out of it so often. It's a rather nice box. more..

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