Two one year-old poems

[ControlDenied]

Two (weird) poems from last summer


Are We There Yet?

All around, we are one, in the back and in the foreground
down the ages, things are done, the hardest life is in the
pages of a ravaged tree, and a flowered being
Growing old from babe to babe
we never learn
From martyr’s ashes to Christ never born
why do you answer?
Upon the echoes of time
a feast, a ball
feeding desire


The Blankets of Forests

A thousand sorrows came to be sweet, a magic elixir
brought your defenses down and turned your hopes around
The last time the golden sun peaked
in the dawn of the future
Melodically playing to the tune of all
Satan’s mixture
for the harbingers of the final truth

I have come back
to see how the feral things made out
One sitting in its own vomit drinking
others in corners of the world
melting into the wallpaper covered with flowers
The Eyes of the Demon blasting true colours
always the smell of musk
as the crowds of beasts get what they want

Tonight
The last thing I fear

 

[wastedwalrus]

I love them. They're both so strikingly lucid, imaginative, and abstract. The subjects and the content is a bit sporadic but it all plays into the mystic nature of the poems (especially "The Blankets of Forests).

As is the case with most contemporary poetry I would say that neither of the poems really make sense to me... but that's fine. I recognize their brilliance and see that they are ablaze with imagination. Awesome work. I wouldn't call them weird... they're creative.

Just wondering... don't take offense... were you on opiates when you wrote the last one? I've written a lot of stuff on opiates before and I get that feeling from it. I'm not trying to belittle the poem or you as a writer, I'm just curious.