Sunday, January 3, 2016

Settling Down To Write One



Untouchable
white phosphorous
heated elemental poetica
best forged molten hot
and dripping and bubbling with vapors
billowing away in gray and white hisses...

Flowing
before it hardens into vorpaline
and
unbreakable
rivulets of fantastic green glass.

I have read that world hunger can be ended for the cost of one month of Centcom Theater dues incurred during the last decade.

Another chisel explodes.  That happens a lot, lately.

To forge these things
we breathe in the air
or eat on the
touchscreen
feeds...

To twine them with
the untouchable fire,
and the green crystal
scree that comes free
not from chiseling but
with aches of great time
takes a good eye
and a need to
make your

unstraight
sentences
honestly.




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4 comments:

Ultra Toast Mosha God said...

'or eat on the
touchscreen
feeds...'

Once I saw a video of a bearded dragon trying to eat ants scuttling down a touchscreen phone in a videogame. Its tongue kept hitting the ants and winning points and the owner of the game and the dragon was chuckling away off-screen. The dragon was inscrutable.

The times they are a-changin'

eric1313 said...

That sounds like a great one! If I ever made a poetry video for this one, I would love to splice in some of Bearded Dragon footage.

Reptile brain meets mammalian tech.

The inscrutable dragon eats electronic ant symbols until it dies of starvation.

Mirroring how mammalians seated at a dinner table eat food, but feed their selves on light info about people and acquaintances who are not in the room with them until they are a family of strangers to each other.

I'll come back for this one and make a poem one day.

Ultra Toast Mosha God said...

'Mirroring how mammalians seated at a dinner table eat food, but feed their selves on light info about people and acquaintances who are not in the room with them until they are a family of strangers to each other.'

That's where we're headed. Or are we already there?

I should note that I'm not typing this at the dinner table.

eric1313 said...

Yes! I still like my office chair at my computer in my room, too.

I have to agree we're already there. Just not fully so yet.

But if we care enough, that doesn't have to be that way. Bookstores were expected to die out "as though over night", but many communities in the US witness people rallying to their new and used bookstores, though it's usually when it's the last one or almost the last one for them to protect by patronage.