pregnant with
the devil's work.
pursuing liberty
spanking autonomy
debasement emperor
ready to ruin dismal lives.
spanking autonomy
debasement emperor
ready to ruin dismal lives.
[he waits for you at home.]
division is blown clean,
out of the atmosphere.
out of the atmosphere.
fake bake tones calves,
exposed bare toes tip
a strange, forbidden
filth floor;
exposed bare toes tip
a strange, forbidden
filth floor;
going down?
a glittery numb diagram, desk spread, lamp lit
splaying displeasure, measured in squirts,
speaking in volumes of a baggy physicality,
a ration of worship, a morsel absorbed
sticky white bleed by the thimble full.
splaying displeasure, measured in squirts,
speaking in volumes of a baggy physicality,
a ration of worship, a morsel absorbed
sticky white bleed by the thimble full.
derailed, my spine, electronic, fluid
Blancmange set, quaking appendages totter, slide, wild walls
reckless passages, unspeakable, illicit admiration;
the slurring sanctuaries of an apathetic eventide dissolving
our damage, strenuously sunken, lurch, an inebriation.
reckless passages, unspeakable, illicit admiration;
the slurring sanctuaries of an apathetic eventide dissolving
our damage, strenuously sunken, lurch, an inebriation.
one-night stand flophouse, the hard-pressed flesh,
shavings and sawdust sealed in mahogany lungs,
post prohibition absorption; puffing on old omens.
shavings and sawdust sealed in mahogany lungs,
post prohibition absorption; puffing on old omens.
bus stop copulation on the hoof, beast and bird,
little red riding hoods gather in gangs - dozens;
they spit on the floor, your tongue in my mouth
little red riding hoods gather in gangs - dozens;
they spit on the floor, your tongue in my mouth
sucked and bitten.
anathema pathetic;
flogged and stricken.
inhumane temperature inverts reality – negatively,
the cloudless dome vaults agony.
alopecia ape-man, warped simian, a roots reptilian – I am animal.
existing in a fraction of a split, temporary orbit, in a rocky horror show.
indefinite space flap, sublime,the absurdity trap, feeding hand throttles
perception maze mangles, the thinking cap, twisted back to black;
dog shit matt finish - a mirror echoing the glossy blare of the heavens.
Well I never expected a disecting course today, in verse no less. Like how the first bit just runs off the tongue and then you real hit us with the words and a bare bum, I suppose it beats the dog shit matt..lol...once more a wonderful combination of words and depictions at your sure, even if a bit scary. But hey, it wasn't hairy.
ReplyDeletewhew...great visual play on your words in the pics and your page...dude you bend words in ways that make me salivate...like the reflection of heaven in your close...i dont know if my tongue could keep up with the performance of this one...going down? smiles.
ReplyDeleteoh my goodness...you strip us naked with your poetry
ReplyDeleteNicely drawn images Arron. Really like the structure you chose as well, with shorter, tighter lines and description in the first stanza and longer, more elaborately illustrated lines and description in the second half. Really some killer lines in here as well, especially in the second stanza-really blew me away there. Pregnant with the devil's work was a great way to start the piece. Thanks
ReplyDeleteJust a storm of strong images--the alliteration is masterful, and as always you temper an errant sexuality with a restrained and dignified sort of psychic fugue state to leave a mood of pain behind. Fine poem, my friend--can't single any line above another but 'sealed in mahogany lungs" and 'warped simian, a roots reptilian – ' to conclusion really stood out for me.
ReplyDeleteYour writing is always so visual for me--strong lines--strong images
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Feeling quite pummeled by your descriptiveness, one image piled upon another, metaphorical that could be literal, literal that could be metaphorical.Can barely keep up! Have re-read a few of times to make sure I captured it all.
ReplyDelete"...the slurring sanctuaries of an apathetic eventide dissolving"
Impressive use of language and imagery throughout. Well done.
Goody..I get to be the first to mention that it's a "shape" or "concrete" poem paying homage to Guillaume Apollinaire and YOUR period. I agree with the lines quoted above as outstanding and of course that your manifesto is to continue "THE MODERN" to carry on where the world wars and capitalism capped ART in the '50s leaving a HOWL and then just a whisper.
ReplyDelete(Please come by on Thursday #FormForAll, even if you're not writing one, for my article, a bit of homage to the period in my piece.)
Aside from the obvious (spanking autonomy is a great band name) this piece is a labyrinth of imagery, all of it pointing to an already forgone conclusion. Your words here are flirting with the chipping lead paint and water stains in my apartment, the things I avoid eye contact with because they summon a certain sigh.
ReplyDeleteI know a piece is well written when I am afraid to read the next line, because I know there is a truth buried there (something said outloud at a dinner party that I would rather ignore). I welcomed the butterflies and the wincing and thank you for posting this. viva la
Love those images Aaron!!!!
ReplyDelete'the hard pressed flesh' - that's a great phrase with which to broach the human condition..and find it wanting. Strip and peel away, Arron... you do it with fine style.
ReplyDeleteWow! So strong...I always feel such a beat with your pieces and then listening/watching; such a wonderful surprise to see what you emphasize. Amazing graphics!!
ReplyDeleteSo many great words, but I really like:
alopecia ape-man, warped simian, a roots reptilian – I am animal.
I'm not sure why, but this made me smile! Wonderful experience to visit you, as always...thank you for writing : )
-Eva
Arron, my friend, visiting your words is like receiving a shot of adrenalin. This is powerful and still lingering in my thoughts as I work through the stunning images you have created. Fantastic write ~ Rose
ReplyDeleteyeah, this really got me too. Love the pics. Are you using the cut-up method or letting the images well up and then rearranging them in some way. Partial stories, diffracted bits and pieces of perception, find this a very interesting, tight read. The invitation to piece together the free-floating flotsam of reality appeals to inner anarchist, in a good way, since I see it as providing yet another example of how who we are is a patch up job, and we all poets and artists.
ReplyDeletetruth and guts - that is your style and I adore it!
ReplyDeleteThis is a completely different poem to me this time around. I feel the sinister energy, the waiting, the building and the unraveling. As always I love your inventiveness both with words and images, you make the pictures work for you rather than allowing them to detract from the words. That italicized portion at the end is just superb- I am animal- gets me every time.
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