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Loveless in Lavinium
by Laura DoomLucy is the brain-child
of an alcoholic masochist,
prodigious, punch-drunk, poison-penned
a hyperdrive-by hyphenator
fashioned by fatalities
that sleep in my refrigerator.
She cannibalizes pretentious whims
in bio-degradable pseudonyms
and matching mock relationships
that sink a thousand words
without a passing thought,
her swollen lips perform as mating birds
engaged in fight and flight
beneath a cyber-social sea-green sky.
When sea change supersedes tradition
delta waves determine
that transition terminates transmission;
she will be damned, she will not dream,
her stream of conscience nests
conditions, all control is lost, decisions
strangled by her inhibitions.
From dusky dawn to nascent night
she out-performs the psychosoma shuffle
bleeding ignorance and snorting
lines of influential truffle, birthing light
and at the death, cavorting naked
on a bed unmade inside your head,
where metaphors are spiked with static,
shock and awe campaign for more
and poetry is autobiographic.
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As in justice
it's not enough to be invisible
you have to be seen to be invisible,
to covet the covert,
to undercome the overbearing,
cower before the craving.
At crack of doom
the hoar dictates an ancient rime
that conjures up a vacuum
packed with fire-retardant flume.
At fall of sky, the suction sings
in pleasure, under pressure
to release its captive ordinance
as Earth's dark siren sputters
in a foaming sea of nepotism.
How do I relate to that?
In seven shades of vestal shame
I crawl that ritual rehearsal
slicing through the microcosmic sea
of bleach and bliss,
well-wishing to un-scene
my sorely-eyed unseemly self,
a mute to be submarinated
each amusement sublimated
every character created
silenced, stripped and expurgated.
Such is life
the argot function
free of pre-paid arguments
the cant of can't
that holds its breath
beneath a sea of sound-proof phones,
dumb witness to the launch of history
upon which generation tXt
has ceased to float
but I can't talk--
my mouth is full of conversation
drowning out articulation;
this will be my salivation? 01/25/2015 Author's Note: regression
edit #1 2015-01-25 12:33:XX
[what was I thinking?]
Posted on 01/25/2015
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| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 01/25/15 at 02:35 PM Not sure what it all means but some very catchy word combos, popular phrases, alliteration, all carefully woven together. Art for art's sake, as in this case, sometimes a good thing...As in justice it's not enough to be invisible
you have to be seen to be invisible, |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/26/15 at 01:54 AM I could gladly accept a punishment of reading this aloud daily, willfully wallowing in its clever contrasts, alliterative quips to tickle any tongue and stretch my imagination. How you weave and parry words is a marvelous experience for any reader. |
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