7/26/2010 Flow

7/26/2010 Flow

A Poem by Apparition
"

written at work

"

She played the D note on the guitar

To denote how bizarre this world sounds

Then she whirled around and unfurled the ground

Like Moses parting waters powered by 

a holy father staff or alien witchcraft

Which crafty explanation do you prefer?

A saline solution conclusion or a delusion

And what does it matter if the world's all an illusion

Alluding to cruising the cosmos

Colluding with life like compost

Come back, be calm, and compact your worries

Feel your fury, fuse self with self which is everything else

Saturn's rings are the garter belts

Pluto is the glistening frozen stone on the ring finger

The milky way is a newborn's spittle

Yet every super nova is a riddle

Every broken quota is a riddle

Every iota is a riddle to you

To you every iota of existence is a reason for resistance

Now your' blistered like a misfit

And withered like a malnourished malignant micromanaged midget

Do you get this?

Word flippin mister found his mistress in distress

Named Poetry

Kissed her briskly and she flowed through me

Bent her back like a yoga pose and wrote in prose

just to impress her

But the imprint was minimal

My rhymes were too cynical

Not full of metaphor, much more literal

Lacking vivid images

But this is my craft

I don't indulge in fine wine or ration meals 

to meet an ideal weight

I don't depend on abstraction to demonstrate 

I depend on your reaction to levitate

But I could be more poetic:

Spreading dreaded leaves across the cracked

         pathetic pavement

Spreading deadened skin across a 

                  weltering wasteland

I'm a glass of p o i s o n e d potion

         being filtered into        

                  a bottle labeled emotion

But not a drip escapes

                                             through the filter...

© 2010 Apparition


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Awesome write

Posted 13 Years Ago


WTF i take it back god damnit ima hack ur sht sighn u up,ur f*****g sick bro, and ye i caught every line.. gotta catch mine 2, but god damn dude seriouse business that sht was throoooooooowed, f*****g skill... poisoned potion.. ina bottle labed emotion, later quote this guy


Posted 13 Years Ago



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Apparition
Apparition

five thousand two hundred and eighty away from waves



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A Poem by Apparition