THE NEONATALS AND PLATO



Does anyone else see that?
The misshapen wings that keep flapping in the mud
Making a mess of their distress

They seem to be eyes...

Flightless eyes...

Eyes flightless enough to root themselves in a well founded un-possibility of a soar
Against the sunrise

I wonder what it is like
To be nocturnal to what is eternal
To plant footprints on the moon so as to forget home
Tried it once, but I didn't quite like the unfamiliar presence of puddles
Saturating my will
And making me feel...
Heavy
Though the upchuck of muck they fed me
Grapples at my throat
Because I failed to regurgitate their fate
To those waiting to aviate




Can anyone else taste that?
The tang of mangled tongues that keep spitting up blood
Spreading disease between barbed teeth when they speak

They seem to be mouths...

Mouths open wide...

Wide enough to feed a bleed of anemia by a gorge of systemic wires
scrapped from abandoned empires
I purposely forget their names
Because they were pretty much the same
(Discovering what was well-known and laying claim to what was pre-owned)

What is it like?
To kiss iron clad fists when they insist it will be different?
Tried it once, but couldn't quite contort my lips to flip those overturned stones
And plant my budding seeds beneath them
Then wait patiently for my stem to root itself in dry rot and dysphoria
And expect the taste not to leave me...
Empty
Though the bitterness still battles with my palette
To spit back a counterattack




Will anyone else feel that?
The whipping air of disjointed flocks that keep stumbling toward the cliffs
Uncoordinated in their flight as they distort the wind
To fit their "feel"

They seem to be a moment...

A moment's float...

A moment's float of a gloat before they crash into the glimmering ripples of the sea
And with an untogetherness that rivals mother's nature
They flip her on her back
Crack open her chest
And take the heart out of EVERYTHING

Tell me what it's like
To be a newborn tree who tells the old redwood of a "higher way"
Tried it once, but didn't quite find pleasure in the pressure
Of unitarians and divisionaries coming together to pull at my truths
And stab my back
As they sliced lines in the sand
Imagine my surprise as I limped away feeling...
Incomplete
Though jagged pieces of mismatched dreams they left
Embedded in my feet


Wondering…
Hoping…
Doubting…


Does anyone else feel that?
Can someone else taste it?
Am I the only one who sees it?


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  1. oh oh oh, but here she goes. After such a long wait (why do we do this to ourselves), what a joy to decide randomly to log into this creative world and find not one, but two poems have been posted during my creative slumber. and holy shit, what a ride this is - each internal rhyme hit me like the dizziest of rap songs with all the impact of that iron clad fist.

    "Does anyone else feel that?
    Can someone else taste it?
    Am I the only one who sees it?" - the irony of reading this after only just seeing your wonderful comment on my last scribble is euphoric - SO FEW see it and this the struggle, but when you stumble on someone who does, the feelings are all too great.

    I was giddily lost in the words and swimming around the imagery to savour each little piece, but some lines that kicked me into gear:

    "They seem to be mouths...

    Mouths open wide...

    Wide enough to feed a bleed of anemia by a gorge of systemic wires" - jealousy rages on from that, what an image. The brutal complicated simplicity of "They seem to be a moment...

    A moment's float...

    A moment's float of a gloat before they crash into the glimmering ripples of the sea" hit hard - is this not exactly where we are at this current moment in time? how you've seized the zeitgeist and made her your b**** in this one. We seem to be losing all sense of sense - taste, sight, feel - falling into this messy little human bubble destined to pop.

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    1. I will add that while I am saddened people haven't been devouring this, there's a slight satisfaction in that I feel I was the first to unearth it (well, comment on it) and now I feel all kinds of special!

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