Doughy between Afterglow (Blitz Poem Plus)

This salad is spongy

This salad is doughy

 

Doughy is this salad

Doughy falling droplets

 

Droplets dangle from branches

Droplets tremble at the touch

 

Touch the heart

Touch trembles

 

Trembles nightly

Trembles beneath the moon

 

Moon like a blizzard plug

Moon embers glow

 

 

Glow in the night

Glow in an embrace

 

 

Embrace shadows

Embrace a smiling face

 

Face the fated look

Face of the forgotten

 

Forgotten midst the dance

Forgotten in a trance

 

Trance encounters

Trance of the tearful vassal

 

Vassal examined mustard

Vassal lifted chains

 

 

Chains clung to branches high

Chains of silent sliding software

 

Software slips again

Software slings data

 

Data distributed

Data disturbed

 

Disturbed dreams

Disturbed dustbins

 

 

Dustbins full of schemes

Dustbins duty bound

 

Bound across the aisles

Bound to forgotten smiles

 

Smiles in fleeting smoke

Smiles of shadowed eyes

 

Eyes of stars

Eyes in weeping mirrors

 

Mirrors reflecting sighs

Mirrors cracking

 

Cracking ice

Cracking eggshells

 

Eggshells white

Eggshells forest bathing

 

 

Bathing beauty

Bathing in the afterglow

 

 

Afterglow gathers no moss

Afterglow weathers the storm

 

 

Storm surge

Storm breaks

 

Breaks

Surge

 


 This is a Blitz Poem Plus because I have trouble stopping once I start. It has a couple of extra lines. I selected Afterglow from line 49 for the third word in the title.

 

 

Muse in Night (The Snowy Pagan Museum)- a blitz Poem

Snowy Pagan Museum

Snowy Pagan Muse

 

Muse sees umbrella

Muse hears rain


Rain falls on cat

Rain falls on pavement

 

Pavement ends near

Pavement ends far

 

Far to go

Far on the horizon


Horizon stretches far and wide

Horizon stretches to the sky


Sky-high

Sky low


Low branches bend

Low branches weep


Weep no more

Weep amongst the cauliflowers


Cauliflowers grow quickly

Cauliflowers gather thickly


Thickly stalks the crowd

Thickly moves the shroud

 

Shroud the statue

Shroud shadowed trees

Trees stretch to the sky

Trees watch birds flying high

 

High above the trees

High amongst the clouds


Clouds cling to moonlight

Clouds dance with wind


Wind winds through mountains

Wind wails over the hills

 

Hills over the way

Hills in misty dawn


Dawn breaks

Dawn draws near

Near the heart

Near rambling way


Way too far

Way of the crane


Crane your neck

Crane flies above the moon


Moon rises

Moon wanes


Wanes the song

Wanes the night


Night creeps between streetlights

Night butterflies ignite


Ignite

Streetlights

I became acquainted with Blitz poetry by way of The skeptic’s kaddish . An example of a Blitz poem by David [ben Alexander]  can be found HERE.

As an experiment, I started the poem with a phase grabbed from one of my Dada word salads ( not yet reconstructed), and  just let it go from there. The open stream of word association lends itself, amongst other poetic moods, to surrealism, nonsense/ironic, and/or children’s poetry.

reminiscences of a night out dreamed

Otiose Arches wasted in the square –

sand bridges are art.

 

 

Attachment to masonry –

specific passion in readers,

of some, even our lovely Camera Obscuras sing.

 

playing with a reclamation of poetic history,

sigma stalks stigmata,

evens the score

beneath shadowed spindles,

pricking both finger and tongue

before sleep hastens

visions and jumbled horizons.

 

 

 

They ate delicacies and memories, while sipping their tea – the patio overlooked the Piazza of Pernicious Palindromes. They are doing the reclamation work – like the only thing that took their eyes through this stage of stagnating molecular management, clams clinging to teasing conundrums and pileated pie-plates.

 

 

 

Themed, the writing works sleight of hand, and weathered faces became whitish granite, turning into crinkly text – partners next to the rosebushes, chosen by a clamorous contextual cat, scampered midst the paper cups and the penumbrae, kleptomania of the soul – and thoroughly timed, like a charcoal portrait slipping intransigently into a mirrored reflection of dancing clock hands, out walked a wise witch carrying a wearying expression in her catchall.

 

It is archaeology – they wore down dusty carpets, together with fascinating motifs – your opinions cascaded from your lips, like a Ouija planchette in a candle lit room. Used fingers rippling hard, well provenanced providence, thank weak words for those two women’s ghost tenement.

 

The Love-friend gently partakes of kisses and anxiety- the integral integer institution sent Halloween historicism stoically into solipsism, such sweet marrow-misery.

 

Indigenous asemic dialect –

too novel for scorpion-hands,

or owl eyes.

 

After you, came no-nounce-words, like a cesarean nonunion, leaping over a moonlit cow – so, who had the opera tickets in their pearl purse the whole time, while the bus wailed about the triumph of non-euclidean tetralogy and cavernous isomorphic Cheetos – it wasn’t the ophthalmologist…

Have taken information on southerly entopic-writing art fisticuffs because doing warm spadework beneath a regime revolts the wavering doe. They talked for hours over the rims of broken cups and cut diamonds. Then that drowned magazine buffered the recorder. Doesn’t whispering lips instill the I into each All?

The bathroom strikes over the sphere. It has taken comments and reevaluated the artworks’ online snow; those eyes then upped responses: all dark dramatic monologues must attend the evening dance dilemma.

 

 

You down stories before my deep night forgives wanton anger; coming off wonderful settle-challenges, the Used Shark shakes out thanks, like small mercies in a November wind.

 

 

When can anonymous porters enlarge a needles needless resemblance to Thursday’s rumination? By the sweep of sleep, they secretly to go fish – keeping this silent slippage between the lines of commentary – and have in us a repository of tears and rust hares.

 

 

 

Asemic Tarot Cards – Strange Stuff

The Dadaist Tesseract Church of the Asemic Existentialist & Möbius Otherhood wishes to remind you that 

Asemic Tarot (blog)

has strange stuff, visual poetry, & occult collages full of Dadaist Revelations, Absurdist Prognostications, and Asemic Synchronicities for you. Alternative futures of past and present metatextual metaphor-memories blended with other realities & non-realities can be perused without leaving your current extradimensional status.  Click any of the following  images to start your journey:

 

 

 

 

 

Remember:

Wind of responsibility –

Immediately lost in cleaning.

Take off the belt,

profundity apotheosis dehydrates doubts.