My dump truck is full and needs to unload some diatribe dirt.
But Lysol and Lemon Pledge desensitize the delusion.
Dust clogs the filter; my rag rages rumination not ruination.
Yet, I clean on knowing nothing.
Outside the humidity humbles me.
I stay inside.
But I’m out… then I’m in… I disappear… I return… I come… I go…
Lost, I decipher yesterday and realize it’s today in reverse.
Truth be told lies to me. I can handle it. Nonsense: Red is code for yellow.
Confusion convolutes constellations.
Look at the stars in sunlight; moonlight doesn’t care.
By the river, wet rage intensifies into innocent ripples.
The green waters turn brown before my eyes.
Doctor who heals me mediates momentarily.
I plunge perplexed purporting pepperoni pizzas.
Peoria laughs a puzzling plea.
Chicago unearths the dead to find desolate darkness.
Blue is red; vanilla coexists with chocolate ignoring ice cream’s indignation.
That lemony smell still lingers.
I write these words in dust.
Bells ring from Hell: helplessly I applaud misanthropic misadventures.
My dump truck is full; but the gears don’t mesh.
What is irrelevant insists on clarity.
Save me from myself before I devour destiny.
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thank you for your kind words. But my poetry writing is super secret.
No one knows...
EP! Zumapick, anyway. I want to be where those bells are. It's a beautiful place and the bells are substance and weight.
BTW...I am afraid of the creepy monkey...
Somehow your story kicked in a creative gear in my old gray matter.
thank you.
no windows. the monkey on the finger should speak for itself.
thank you for stopping by. You caught me in my reflective mode.
Save me from myself before I devour destiny"
Exactly.
But what for the love of God is that little beast in the final pic? I stared at it for 5 minutes, and the more I looked the less familiar it seemed.
Sometimes I terrorize my reality. And Uncle Tom i way cool!
Jeff
I monkey fingered myself. : ) ( sorry BBE)
- rated for your talent
ps: like iamsurly… the little finger monkey is a bit scary
I do try... ; )
gmgaston
I appreciate your kind words.
"Confusion convolutes constellations."
Yes! It's a pygmy Andy Rooney.
And my answer: "yes!!"
Can you put a houseboat on Lake Michigan? Winters would be rough!
Thank you... from that is indeed a compliment
Trig
the baby monkey thanks you
Stim
just had me some pizza... I'm awaiting the buzz
Lois
Deep dish pizza, house boats and rough winters. I'm coming home!!
it's my dijon phase.
Owl
destiny tastes best when shared.
"I decipher yesterday and realize it’s today in reverse. "
And then:
"Confusion convolutes constellations."
And the imagery! and the alliteration which sings as I read!...
And last but not least, that lovely little monkey, its tiny feet and hands finding support in a human thumb! Where did you find that image?! (yesterday is today in reverse...)
Ha! Super, mega, cyber rated, man!
Kisses,
Marcela
Be careful of the little monkeys... be very careful.
Thank you and kisses back.
OK, with all those photos posted next to the stanzas, I kept feeling compelled to "CLICK" into them like a good l'il Modern Mass Megaconsumer - "click, click, click" - so your words and my clicking could "Feed the O.S. Machine" (while we hunger on the sidelines, sweating as indentured creative slave/servants).
But I do prattle on so, don't I? (rated for making me hungry and for wanting me want MORE!)
It was 105º when my plane landed this morning...no telling what it is now.
When i get the blues I drive my dump truck. It helps.
Angelique
You are high on my favorite poet list. I'm not... : )
I heard the Vegas national guard has been mobilized... just in case!!!
You OS'ers so not behave and get way hedonistic.
How does one devour destiny? One poem at a time. Thank you for this post. I really enjoyed your poetry.
Peece,
dj
You relate because of the Connecticut air.
Michael Rodgers
Don't worry I don't understand it all either.
Lefty
that's a righteous compliment. thank you.
thank you. But you are the true poet; I admire your work.
coolness amidst humidity kerfuffles the mind.
Peoria laughs a puzzling plea, I think that has always been true and that maybe Peoria is even puzzled by its plea than the rest of us.
thank for visiting my insanity. When I get to Peoria I'm going to find me a house boat and relax. Nonsensical? ask lois. : )
thank you...
I guess I was due: much love back at ya too.
Me and Arthur mind-melded.
I can so relate!
Couldn't help thinking of the Moody Blues........ but we decide which is right, and which is an illusion...........
Good as usual!
You are my favorite, favorite writer on OS. I follow you. I love this. I loved your marriage to MiddleAgeWomanBlogging as well as Hopelessness and Suicide. I hope someone is paying you to write. (Submit this stuff!)You are a gem, you are a talent- you are a FABULOUS writer. Thank you for taking your time to share your art -- with lucky folk like me.
Lia-Anne
Poetry.
Metallurgy of the Mind - Mentallurgy. You construct skyscrapers of imagery here.
Thumbed. Excellent piece, Chuck.
feel better,
or blog us more about it
great post!!!!!!!!
If you understand this...? BTW. My pleasure referencing your brilliance!
Why did you ever get rid of the Mean part of your title, by the way? I saw it mentioned but don't know the behind the scenes story.
Yeah.
I'm my own worst enemy, a hazard to myself.
Truth! Lovely writing. :)
"...Red is code for yellow." ...offense as defense?...rage masking fear?...
Some life change decisions in the making, MM?
Who's driving your dump truck these days?
I'm now a major fan of your poetry as well as your masterful prose. Will wonders never cease?
--rated--
"need a steamshovel mama to
keep away the dead
need a DUMP TRUCK BABY TO
UNLOAD MY HEAD..."
UM, YEAH, THINK I GOT IT RIGHT...
I was musing on all this rain we get in spurts
hoping it would wash all the green meanies away
like some biblical eschatological even t or someting...
went out today, they're still running things....we need a big
old THunderboomer..
ran into an old student of my dad's
he spent 20 minutes telling me what a great man he was,
got the guy inspired to be a teacher...
Dad ran a currents event class...
they watched the damn Kefouver hearings...(!?)
cant quite remember them
dad would give me a c-
still alive & well here.how bout you?