Fatalistic Fingerpainter

Fatalistic Fingerpainter

A Poem by Pinki Tuscaderro

Drawing Pictures With Words

When I decide to open my eyes,
they have been clinched tight.
Hopes of preventing the scalding sensation of science worship and acidic rain
peels in rivulets down my back
in the waning aftermath of heat and day.
I see the scent of radiation and rhododendrons.
I smell the toxic sight of pure color.
it curls in tendrils to confuse the senses,
wound in the breath of
destructive beauty.

© 2010 Pinki Tuscaderro

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This feels like heat too close to my nostrils, like lighting a cigarette on the stove. That's totally meant as a compliment. When I read, I want to feel, and this poem achieved that goal.

I agree with Pax Analog - the animated image is nifty. =)

Posted 11 Years Ago

Intriguing synaesthetic meltdown!

Dig the animated image at the top too.

This poem also makes me think of certain spirit adepts' assertions that we perceive and navigate in consensus world by the same hallucinatory apparatus in effect during more "idiosyncratic" experiences.

I hear the touch of more phantasmagoria!

Posted 11 Years Ago

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Added on October 15, 2008
Last Updated on July 31, 2010


Pinki Tuscaderro
Pinki Tuscaderro

Portland, OR

See a catabolic frequency, with imaginate tendency, accidental designer & idea miner, evolving theory, heresay weary, touched by feeling feeling, rhyme rocked & reeling, contradiction, a twist of fict.. more..