Poems Overall Evolution of Traditions (POET) There’s an om in swastika’s holy cross, throw ‘em hoodrat gang signs Carl jung’s arsenal, sprays from underground, WordWord2 landmines Calvary knife on the back, backstaffer’s revenge, soul without a name Sun wakes from the west, VIBGYOR be ROYGBIV, ‘W’ would look like ‘M’ (W-word, M-meaning) Signs are like lines, cross them with hair, convivial wordy sniper Stain painting by posthumous picasso, proverbial shoddy diaper Guardian anghel’s crimson wings; flew over the head, hailing terror Observed mirage be closer than it appears, rearview the failing mirror Words are like curses, no lines just verses, limiting definition’s obstacle Gestures are a mockery, shattering wordless crockery,under Debrod’s spectacle Makes sense? No? Words become hindrance when symbols boost meaning May make sense under another scope, when the word sheets prevent the cleaning Put words in my mouth, make me think like you, constant brainwash in refinement?? Wittgenstein’s movement made no sense? Threw me in ww2 solitary confinement? Wont go to the next station and wait for the popular train, in quest for ‘the popular poem’ Just to make sense to the workers, mothers, family dinners, divorces, Widows, just Ws no M Would rather stay outcast with my thoughts, without justifying your grammar, be a lonely poet And rather dwell in alaska, live with grizzlies bears, read them lullabys, chorus the sociopath duet Than with scholars who dwell in popularity, definitions, religious mansions, swallowed metaphors And haiku thumpers, hoity toity critics, lyrical cynics, clinical mystics, with hallowed semaphores
Posted on: Fri, 29 Aug 2014 09:12:00 +0000
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