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A Lotus Scrawled Fiat...

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Mandated this faux
gremlin explorer
(alias Cliff Ford)
donning reinforced
rubber baby buggy
bumpers to dodge
any errant wild jaguar,
ram, thunder bird
bee in blue bonnet
hood lamb, et cetera
 

and/or any cowl
screen Fascia hissed
dee fender must
be subject to an intense
hot grill, especially
if grievous, ferocious,
egregious, deleterious
threat to undermine
Democratic pillar,
weltanschauung spoiler,

rocker, rims (sic)
coarse sea cove dweller,
whose tired hubby
capped, (re: proffering
a trim package)
houses plenty
of junk in
the trunk adorned
with harried styled
and tailor made
dust ruffle
par excellent well

did assembly, who
(if not consigned to a
crash test dummy
existence), would present
an a door able latch
key cont hinge hint.
Fuel lush con tank
cuirass culpable,
deplorable, and execrable
fiendish human immigration

injustices (executed
abhorrent auto de fe
incognito, none
theless lock
king figurative
gnarled horns
with cognoscenti),
where innocent
charges
teary eyed. Like
a cracked glass,
viz shatterproof wind

shield radiator, the
plaintive inconsolable
crying babies alarmed
Aunt Henna. Mass
media did radio
this trumped, tripped,
and trashed tragic
travesty. No
tuner then
atrocious, baseless,
callous dirt deed done

dirt cheap, one
loud speaker
after another
took to the airwaves,
and sundry tele
communications outlets.
Sad doggone sonic
booms (representative
of sub woofer)
soul fully
bellowed forth
broadcasting across

humungous flat screens
appalling catastrophe
unfolding reminiscent
of battery abuses
against scapegoats
since time immemorial,
otherwise known as
(ohm my dog) volt age.

I gauge how wealth
(or lack thereof) constitutes
as distributor. Electronic
timing controllers
(viv a vis the internet
and/or virtual realty
simulates) function
as ignition modus operandi
to communicate
gross injustices renting asunder

heart wrenching agony
engendering abysmal
leap into nothingness.
Existence rendered moot
as despicable horrors
inflicted upon deportees.
Thee footworn, forlorn
foghorn troops
(analogous to stone
temple pilots)
unwittingly journey into

torturous labyrinth,
herein monsters snatch
suckling babes.
A pained spotlight
signals sense
sore re:us, nasty
and brutal choking,
that throttles
the psyches battered
beyond thermo
static threshold
of tolerance. Now any
Earthling with
sense and sense

ability must heed
this alarm and
siren infringing
abominably primal
tenets, ethos,
credos aligning
power train,
sans Homo sapiens
linkedin as
one organic entity.

 

 

 

 

 


 

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hitalot879 says:

Made me think about the movie I saw, French, I think, of a young couple on their honeymoon in the south of France where she pricked her finger on a rose and started bleeding. Having the disease where one bleeds and the blood is not clot (hemophilia?) They returned to Paris, I remember, where she died. Very sad, like your poem is a great metaphor for the very personal way loss affects us. For the sound we hear in the shell is actually the magnified sound of our own blood pumping through our veins to supply our brain with the nourishment it needs to think the sad thoughts that we put in these poems that anyone can relate to. It also tells us that almost any person, place. or thing can be converted into a poem in the hands of a thoughtful writer. Welcome to Poetryvibe ! Looking forward to more of your words.

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