What do you Know?

[trekker]

A confession......
When I was young and losing my hair
soap scum in the attic
a pearl in the ocean of Titan
A grey stare in the.....
whispers of grey
The attic appears empty, under the sofa
the stairs are bleached with my....
talcum powder hair curling
iron

When did we start when
the oven is on,
covert circulatiion of the wind.
Just a jester cloaked and
dagger of disguised antipathy,
me thinks it is great
the fragile Earth,
hemesheres of eruptions with
volcanic ash in my
vestibule of sanctity

If I say to the unclean
be clean now, and go
to teach in the house
and to rise in my place
will the music in my treacle
sap, so that trees pine
and roads meet at the intersection
of tranquility requesterd

Topple the doppleganger,
pray or something in my diaper.
To dispense of the plauges or
or to rinse the wash clean in the ringer
the phone placed in the ashtray
tales understood in the mouthpiece,
why under then in scrupulous intrigue.

The old poets gather under the woods,
teachers proseletize of wonders,
sounds of words so pretty they
search newly written plagerisms.
In college the bard was without qualm
and reached out to young minds
in splintered syntax

If every elbow was tipped
the vine would be sapped
and the sweet would taste
in fresh nuances.
Misery loves to forget what it
praised so eagerly the day before
the cataclysim

The End of the proffecy of me.

[steffan]

I'm not realy sure what this is about, but it has a surreal quality i liked

[OneUndone]

Avant-garde poetry is great, man. I used to write a lot of it, but I haven't in a long time. This poem is a good example of it, and it hangs together very well with lots of interesting departures. I enjoyed it.

[gdhmomchild]

Enjoyed it trek! Lottsa fun. I'm no good at this style but enjoy reading it when done well.

Dangles forth with a modicum of angularities towards parallelisms while hurling down the stairs towards the attic.

[fulmah]

awesome work, here! love the surreal nature, the twisted word-play, the flow and the vibe you got going here.... thx mucho for this!

If I say to the unclean
be clean now, and go
to teach in the house
and to rise in my place
will the music in my treacle
sap, so that trees pine
and roads meet at the intersection
of tranquility requesterd
what a great stanza :)

[trekker]

Thanks for all the possitive feedback. I will try to write somemore soon. I really enjoy this poetry forum a lot. It gives me an outlet for my creativity. I'ts like having your stuff published for free, well almost free. I am a forums supporter now. Anyway, I like reading the poetry on this forum. There is some good stuff appears here. Peace all.