Spit Jazz (Stalk's Genetic Poetry Thread)

We can drive down saratoga avenue, West-
It turns into Highway 9 just after a very small,
and very rich
downtown sanctuary.

There's a restaurant there that I pass by
on my way to the mountains,
every FUCKING TIME
it makes me laugh so hard.

They call it the Plumed Horse.

The highway takes us up atop the silicon valley
and intersects with skyline boulevard.

Up there are my the fields
i find color on accident
which of course, makes me smile.

I'm going to miss this place,
just like I did last time I moved
and moved back here
just to smell the forest.

The quatrain you quoted
was a quatrain spit
after your inspiration wet my mouth
and i salivated intent
Toward you.

I'm fascinated you picked up on it.

I love poetry, I love your poetry.

It's such a meditative relief to digitally communicate with others
who understand this strange,
pointless,
beautiful,
essence of diction,
of language,
of creativity
OPTION
and absurdity.

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photographs of adventure up Highway 9
atop the Silicon Valley, California.

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I don't hear poems about deaf kids being sacrificed that much... actually that was the first... but I still give it kudos... well done

 

Haha, thank you
It just popped out one night.

 

Go here to read the rainbow version
http://bongbythesink.tripod.com/poetry.htm

Mandelbrot Set
I am capsized
by our ocean
is your eyes,
sudden ignis fatuus
gawk rainbow mandalas
intertwining everywhere.

Pirates raided our camp-site
hidden behind a wall of sand
on a Californian beach, but
the hooded Bodhisattva 13:20 brought thousands of watts
that projected a psychedelic trance
into our Earthly space
that we were all free to tap into.


When the sun appeared
for the second time and all eyes
is the ocean
all the mist
bared my back and made
L O V e
in pebbled sand,
friends and pirates on the hill above
where the hooded gathered
Roaring and smoking tea,
Jian narrates every move.

Out there that morning
some kind of ancient treasure washed up.
it was intangible
and I saw it without my eyes
as it swarmed around me
as I absorbed in transcendental
ecstacy.
If you're ever cold just stay
in motion, and if you
ever want to dance
know I'd love to. ​

 

I like it, especially the rainbow version. You remind me a lot of Kerouac, as far as the free vibe of your poems. Like his stream of consciousness kind of writing, which I'm getting more and more interested in lately.

 

ahhh I love kerouac. he was so pure.

 

hell yeah, man. I'm actually listening to Dharma Bums on tape right now. The orgy part, right now, lol.

 

Classic!

Just smoked a blunt in a tree,
here we go this one's called "Disperse"

lemme lock myself into the trance
of one moon
two eyes
and the curved sprout forest
of reflective Tree after
mirrored bush
all in motion
all conscious
not thinking about the thought
our network of wood
deciphering a floral song singing
nine more, reproducing
the catalyst lingering amongst the
brush,
and things like gnomes, trolls,
and wind whispering my
existence here is ghastly, and you
my friend, our union by the river
is appreciated

in a moon lit scene,
by a parasitic river,
sounding beautiful,

she holds out her painted palm
for a moon
or a foreign feeling
or a ball of light
or a moth
or a leaf
or you

you me
you magnetic
you emotion
you bundle of cosmic
potential to see
and see
and cease to see
ugh-

but enough about me-
~lose myself n o w
like a candle does.
Become the smoke
that's everywhere

 

Oh, please!
Can we?

I'll call the yang to your yin!
Or is it yin to your yang?
And we'll spark a myriad of colours in a
Bowl of green, not quite lime --
It's a little too bright for a hung over mind
But that's okay because
It's beautiful
You're beautiful
All beautiful!
Or
Wonderous
and
Tall,
Maybe?

With a little luck

We'll hit the highway of intergalactic travel
and Trade~

 

Disperse is magical, nice.... thanks for your spit jazz sharings.

 

chocolate milk,
brewing,
in-the-distance, brewing
what would i do, oh

yes what would i do
for a glass of dat cocoa stuff

 

i don't know..
cock about dick
or ass about butt
but i'm not so
hum-dull
as to lull you
into an
anti-muse-fuse
i refuse your offer of chicken
but yo' ass is lookin'
tasty

 

Your poetry makes me want to run away and live in the Badlands with naught but a barrel of wine and a typewriter. 'Tis good shit, stalk.

 

Ah thank you freebird!
I love your description so much.

I have so much to share with you guys! I just moved accross the country and all my poetry's ona computer with no internet, So I havn't a way to upload it anywhere yet.

I'll spit it all over this place tho- When applicable.

And Biida! And sylvan!

You guys keep me salivating, droolin' late nights
compiling thesaurus's with dinosaurs,
clouds with more clouds
and of course,

a fucking barrel of red wine.