poem: syllables ooze
veiled threats
skimming the pot
saturnine equestrians
ogling the sweetish hills
backyard frenzy round
the riotous bibs,
caterwauling misses
in the fields
of plenty, i wish I may
& all the variant nonsense
Ventures hit lists
in the green gra-doo
of tangible dividends:
the eventual run-off
guarantees results
at ten & all the rest,
obliging winners to vary
the digitals until wipe-out
relearns its memory
code, & the blue syllables
ooze southward, disturbing
peace & plenty,
shaping nasal opinions
while the vagrant
avalanche saturates beyond
all hope of
savage beauty,
riparian waste.
skimming the pot
saturnine equestrians
ogling the sweetish hills
backyard frenzy round
the riotous bibs,
caterwauling misses
in the fields
of plenty, i wish I may
& all the variant nonsense
Ventures hit lists
in the green gra-doo
of tangible dividends:
the eventual run-off
guarantees results
at ten & all the rest,
obliging winners to vary
the digitals until wipe-out
relearns its memory
code, & the blue syllables
ooze southward, disturbing
peace & plenty,
shaping nasal opinions
while the vagrant
avalanche saturates beyond
all hope of
savage beauty,
riparian waste.
Labels: v2
2 Comments:
This is quite cool. I love the picture, and it seems that your poem is channeling the movement of the spectogram. A multisensory poem!
Teresa: Channeling it would have to be, since the pic was chosen after the poem's making. But, as we both know, convergence is all around us, "and so the feeling goes."
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