2000 years

Two thousand years - worth flailing tinsel.

Electric lips breathe tandem hollers.

Pitch to pitch, paper rips and strips.

As kaleidoscopic rain we fall.

 

Connotations proceed you my dear quarter.

 

Fleeting sense - kindle for thunder.

Congealing sandman brushed into oblivion.

Reclining ember burns to the base of his tongue

Gracing time triumphant - ushering in new suns.

 

Dear sweet quarter - teem the era anew. 

Author's Note

Please take from this what you will, Id be interested as to what people think it's about?

Reviews

[Angel of Disease]

Honestly I was always terrible at trying to figure out what a poem's about haha. But it does give me the feeling of new year or a chinese dragon eating fine chocolate while speaking to his pupil.
Excellent work
I hope to see more!

[ice]

Ok, ...I think it is about Christmas, and all the commercial perversion of it.
The "Congealing sandman" is Christ
The "Reclining ember" is his words, that arent remembered after the "holliday"
Am I close, do I get a cigar?

I enjoyed the feeling of intensity in this poem..even if I didn't get it right.
ice

[Geralyn Miller]

Actually, this reminds me of a VERY BAD TRIP I once had, and said trip was not in any wheeled vechicle, it took place while I was seated on a rock on a mountainside.
Your poem makes me think of confetti and a parade at the end of the world.

[Princess3Morag]

I think it's about time passing and our future? Very mysterious in any case :P

[stellasautelle]

i like it! unique style :)