A photo of a curtain trying to escape on the sand

When The Dad closed the car door,

The Toy opened up,

mechanically beating the drum –

with monkey hands.

 

The stomach stirs with the doughnut-doorbell’s melody –

When The Hat arrived and entered the room,

He was shot with an arrow,

ran disguised as a closed door,

and lay quietly

on the floor like a Persian cat,

impervious to the chanted signs

of greedy secrets.

Will he go out?

 

He saw a hand pointing upward – a breathless voice said, “ Look at that! What is she doing there now !?”

Like the hands of a mad clock, The Woman twisted, her legs danced on the rug – she wore no stockings, her legs were thin wires of weary hope – sliding, sliding, sliding. A bundle of dry twigs swayed and twitched to the beat of a toy monkey’s drum – clap, clap, clap.

There was popcorn in the bowl on the low table in front of them –

a big, dirty, straw yellow embroidered hand bag – filled with regrets and stinging rebuttals spilled out torn snapshots and movie magazine pages –

The shape of the face and neck

is not enough for the neck –

No one found a way

because of the song

he composed.

He sent a song of justice

sliding across the floor,

a Silly-Putty ball,

with stretched

comic-strip faces.

 

A recent moment of his romance, sits like a cigarette ember on a foil-ball ~ his general vision feels fictive, hugged by the edges of a faded snapshot, a monochrome moment of the mundane wistfully becoming a blurred shadow – He opens that venting heart to the door, has a kiss compromised by the chafing light etching loss on his dry paper lips.

 

 

Before going to bed,

7 Hidden Swans,

like a man’s backpack,

carry the weary burden

upward.

 

 

I have a picture of my father

Blown off the wire I made –

ice is tied to a rope

that rises in the smoke.

 

That day is cool for me –

The Photo is broken now,

keeps the smoke swirling

in front of the curtain.

 

It is said that the skin is exposed –

I(t) cried and brought the birdhouses

I(t) had collected to my room.

 

Lying next to the landline,

Eye was surrounded by light –

tracks appears

in a vibrating scene.

 

 

It smells at night –

Weaving threads

And the trees’ limbs

rooted in the empty sky.

 

 

Not because eyes are red

after kissing her –

her neck finally felt the light –

the headlights in her ears, sticking like a thumb to the sugared doughnut, on which her portrait/his painting was standing.

 

 

While working in Paisley, I paint both the floor and the water, under a watch full of eyes. I have hands, but it’s oil-paint, like melted butter turning into rue. Oil for me and my favouritism car can be turned on at any time –

I Keep it in Good Condition – like a song that keeps repeating at the mention of a name in a photograph.

 

Maybe it’s that person, but not me,

a singer who doesn’t like singing –

A photo of a curtain trying to escape on the sand –

A bird that smokes like a kiss,

She closes her eyes and hugs me,

as I stand in the Camera Obscura that is her heart.

 

I’m a liar, probably;

stork stands in low waters

twists head catches frog –

eyes catch headlights’ gaze,

I can no longer trust a woman to stare at me

and sing an unfamiliar song.

 

 

This collage poem is my response (derived/inspired by) to sweet burn of fire.

This Dadaist mix combined other pieces of text from various sources, including a random word generator, Project Gutenberg , some of my other compositions, as well as other online archival text. It went through multiple translations & reassembling before coming back to English for final rearrangement and word-phrasing modification. The final form became a surreal stream of consciousness hardboiled narrative.

glipnitch in sognifs

 

A Blitz Poem (??)

 

glipnitch over glipnitch

glipnitch under glipnitch

 

glipnitch for sail

glipnitch in sognifs

 

sognifs under sognifs

sognifs forged sognifs

 

sognifs fizzed glipnitch

sognifs transformed tilt-jabs

 

tilt-jabs leave boats

tilt-jabs phased tilt-jabs

 

tilt-jabs over glipnitch

tilt-jabs congeal contfruntches

 

contfruntches flutter sognifs

contfruntches sognifs contfruntches

 

contfruntches glist glibnitch

contfruntches tilt-jabs chesfrunks

 

chesfrunks glibnitch chesfrunks

chesfrunks congeal chesfrunks

 

chesfrunks sail goats

chesfrunks flay skesfrupchitz

 

skesfrupchitz slay groats

skesfrupchitz conflate skesfrupchitz

 

skesfrupchitz inflate sails

skesfrupchitz tilt-jab chitzrupskers

 

chitzrupskers malign chesfrunks

chitzrupskers magnify chitzrupskers

 

chitzrupskers glow groats

chitzrupskers flow zrupterchulzt

 

zrupterchulzt inflate skesfrupchitz

zrupterchulzt glibnitch zrupterchulzt

 

zrupterchulzt glist sognifs

zrupterchulzt sognifs sreksruptzetters

 

sreksruptzetters sognifs glibnitch

sreksruptzetters tilt-jab sreksruptzetters

 

sreksruptzetters glibnitch glist

sreksruptzetters zrupterchulzt tzlutjerchtruper

 

tzlutjerchtruper glibnitch glow-groats

tzlutjerchtruper sognifs slerkrouphjethers

 

slerkrouphjethers glibnitch flow

slerkrouphjethers flower slerkrouphjethers

 

slerkrouphjethers chesfrunks flowers

slerkrouphjethers glist-over chesfrunks

 

chesfrunks flow glibnitch

chesfrunks glow-groat sognifs

 

sognifs sail glibnitch

sognifs glist-over chesfrunks

chesfrunks

glibnitch

 

No gluzxltches were mihgfizjyilexed in the composing of this Blitz Poem. The spelling & grammar software is in the corner pitifully weeping & gibbering a glibnitch over slerkrouphjethers in a glow-groat of chesfrunk tilt-jabs.

conspiracy poetics ~ Canadian Zoltz’ahs Legumes

Those unreadable Liberals are putting Lyonessian microchips in the election terminators to control our captivated children’s ephemeral thoughts! #ephemeralthoughts ~ fallow fields of fallacies

Those hoser metonymy New Democrat bibliophiles are using tenacious robotic tardigrades to catalogue our ear lobes’ chaotic catharses !!!!

#robotictardigrades  ~ canoodling Canadian Canaries Cavort in conjectures

 

The Dadaist Wiring Vaccine was developed by The Peripheral Existential Otherhood to implant magnoliaceae into patriotic ingeminated American bashibazouks to maintain Canadian Mosaic Motif Hegemony!!

#CanadianMosaicMotifHegemony ~ Babushka Battles Belligerent Battalions with Metaphysical Powered Pierogies – the wind slices the sky

Giant organic powered lasers from Aldorria Del Joiry are being used by the Decretal Terrigenous Illuminati to light enormous skald fires, so they can build a high-speed dialogic dustbin phoneme pants emulator!!!

#dialogicdustbinphoneme ~ daily delights take phosphorous flights of phantasmagoria

The Deadly Pompadour Loup-Garou Gang are gathering to distribute Laotian Lactation Debutante Lotion in order to launder Canadian Toonies in indiscriminate decimation of  the #Mythosphere‘s  Metamorphic  Mirrors!

The National retailer, Lingua Franca, is using the asemic names of its picaresque particulate plagiarizers to capture and polymerize infants for the Pindaric Conspiracy!!!!!

Chrystia Freeland is in cahoots with Renée Adorée to genetically modify our Canadian cinematographic hinterlands so William F. Gibson can conjugate everyone with an enhanced Neuromancer!!!!!!

 

This Canadian version of  Conspiracy Poetics is derived from MAGAlibs For the Whole Family. My other inspiration comes from Brian Lageose‘s Past Imperfect fables of an alternative Hollywood. Make sure to see his  Crusty Pie  March Madness Posts for absurdist satire.

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Surreal Thursday: 6 Surreals

Surreals – one line prose poems that express/describe a slipstream dreamscape reality/consciousness. A patacognition approach to composing poetry and  dealing with themes of Mass Media, communication, and internal and external environments. Various poetic devices can be used , including pataphors.

Slipstream Genre : A mixed/crossed genre that rests between surreal literature, fantasy literature, speculative fiction, and weird fiction.  More information Here.

 

 

 

Visualization of the surreal number tree.

 

hangnail: blank memory bank lost the thread to this poem – fingers can’t find the keyboard

 

 

GPS: looking out with blood ruby eyes – the crystal skull watches the children fleeing demoralized armies as the puzzled sasquatch pilots the #UAP over canola fields

 

 

the stonewall holds the garden tightly – bones of contention well mortared

 

 

 

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Marlene Dietrich merrily outpaces the breathless mathematician in a purple skirt – the decadent butterfly effortlessly descends on to the broken machinery as the optical lens is adjusted for the chafing light

 

 

 

pen slips down the stream of consciousness in a cummerbund of complexity, Mayor demands return of Town Pig, high school team wins roller-derby championship third year in a row – WeePiXi News at 11:00 #townpig #rollerderby