Sirens
May 3rd, 2009 | By Bernard Bygott | Category: Literary Ether
You are only ever as absurd as you seem when you open the thoughts’ foil stained cherry pies.
Your lashes jut out like the rivers gone through, holding that which seemed awkward in jobs of lust.
That’s why up until now the fighting of the soul found copy-paper would do just fine.
Reaching into quietness, zooming into pale hacks of godless shame, keeping left of the right, calling out for teatime.
Don’t go past me for vegetable mouth vibes, flawed furniture running through lackeys that won’t open the door.
Loose the wind for fear the whales might engulf the timepiece and crawl flames to the floor.
Why is it that fools are shamed for foul balls, the way sightseeing dogs catch breaths in the air?
Kill for no one, two, or three reasoned ways that swing by on the ropes of copper toy dolls–
Those are mine.
Reasons won’t comprehend that composer that escaped to the clouds of the night’s fire truck rule.
Siren’s flash bravely to disco as I go to shadow and sounds my mind echoes.
If that seemed unintended to fright the sands, might you forgive your hands?
Helpless they fall.
*Sirens was originally published in 2008 at the now defunct blog: www.bernitup.wordpress.com
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The poem is is as graphic and abstract like the visual above. It makes you think and ponder deeply on what it really means. For me, I think it has something to do with the sirens of a turmoiled mind. Wish i could write something as deep as that.
So excited for them to wear them in August!
Great picture! Very good words probyrayut the soul ….. I drew attention to the game Color and interlacing lines. It’s like life - all intertwined, all combined! Thank you!