in search of art

in search of art

 

on the edge of a smeared universe,

where stars are Van Gough spasms

against a bruised plumb sky,

I stroke my rabid word kittens

with a headhunters axe,

lick sugar from a concrete slab,

challenge gods to strike me,

beg demons to kiss me,

and even set fire to my beard

in order to improve

my self portrait.

 

then,

I wonder and wonder

until my soul

bleeds blue fire

through red eyes.

 

still

nothing.

Reviews

[roarke]

Ya gotta quit playin' the video game gods of war..... lol.
I think I got a postcard from there once, my dog ate it. I might even say this is whimsical for you... an interesting look.
keep wondering, it's good for you, better than anything you can lick off a concrete slab.

[Mockingbird]

dream-like and surreal. the incongruity of images make for great poetry.

[OT]

ah yes, the few of you here that keep dragging me back - "and even set fire to my beard
in order to improve
my self portrait.

then,
I wonder and wonder
until my soul
bleeds blue fire
through red eyes."

[Kenneth The Poet]

Like Ocarina of Time, need more be said.

[Nobody.]

:) Good stuff bro.
It's a beautiful sickness!

[Emily B]

inspiration is sure a fickle beast

i love the vision