Twist'd Dragon Fire~

Dragons breathe fire

    within gray matter

igniting an apocalyptica

     of monstrosity's magnitude

drenching beads of sweat'd contrition

       in contaminated danger's rush

radioactive particles fall

    'tween red paint'd eye squints

dulling senses of time's credibility

     woke up in a catacomb'd tomb

breadth'd expanse within rust's

       contaminated bone fragments

eradicated sensibilities acquired taste

    ash dusting over determined intentions

machinations within human's refinery

   twisted queer by burnt orange clockworks

destined to live and die in systematic 

                       abstruse calculations

Author's Note

Reviews

[s y e]

// woke up in a catacomb'd tomb
breadth'd expanse within rust's
contaminated bone fragments
eradicated sensibilities acquired taste //

Such a deep write Frieda, ooooft! I adore this song, it is one of my favourites of all time. You have me singing and jazzing away to it, aha.

Flip flops & all that jazz! xo

[Frieda P]

Ha I would have loved to see you jazzing peanut....thanks so much, great song, you have to move when you hear it! ;-)

[kublakhan27]

Haha Nope, no influence here Mrs.R ;P I could be blind and still recognize your poetry. I knew I was in for a treat when I read the title, which intrigued me right off the hop. I read this as a struggle between one's good side and bad side, between the left and the right of the mind. But not only does this piece demand multiple readings, it demands multiple interpretations. I thought the burnt orange clockworks was quite witty as well. Love this one :) xo

[Frieda P]

I was trying to paint like Dali on an acid trip, no? haha I'm good with multiple interpretations, I wasn't even sure myself where this one was taking me. ;-) Thanks so much sweet Benji x

[kublakhan27]

Haha I was going to mention Dali too and forgot. Sometimes that is the best way to write my dear...there are times when I get so fixated on a concrete message that I seize up altogether and can say nothing, as if you wouldn't have guessed that ;P Whatever the subject matter may be, I know I'm reading one of the best when I approach your work :) x

[Frieda P]

Some are just fun to write, this was one of those, I didn't have to cringe or go hide from myself after writing this one, I think I'll write radioactive abstract on some level from now on ;-P xo

[kublakhan27]

Haha Now THAT sounds like me Mrs.R...cringing and hiding from myself after most pieces are completed...but yes, it is therapeutic to write something fun now and again...it's not my natural approach but if I write incessantly enough, I eventually become due for one ;P xo

[Frieda P]

I guess I needed something abstruse after that last one, I'd rather my head was confuzzeled than fook'd up ;-) x

[kublakhan27]

Haha I don't know which I am...I think they work in cahoots against me ;) x

[Frieda P]

HA true that Benji ;-)

[kublakhan27]

Haha Yep ;)

[Jack...]

What I see when I read this is a transparent machine, gears and sprockets fitted together perfectly, moving in syncopated rhythms, poetic hydraulic fluids flowing at a smooth pace. I can hear the hum of the movements as they purr so melodically as I read this. Now, I am not trying to say this is mechanical in any way, it’s just each line works so seamlessly and without effort to produce the end result. A poetic machine. So very cool and wonderful is this poem today.

“radioactive particles fall
'tween my paint'd red eyes
dulling senses of time's credibility”

What can I say, that was out of this world good.

Frieda, my sweet friend, you prove me wrong everyday as I sit here and think she can not possibly outdo herself.

[Frieda P]

Intriguing thoughts here Jack, 'poetic hydraulic fluids' ha....where does one acquire such a thing, there's a poem in there somewhere. I think we perform like machinery from our inner workings sometimes so that stuff would come in mighty handy. Thanks so much my friend, as always you humble me with your kind words.