- Non-Erotic Poetry
- An Insomniac's Manifesto
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Click hereSo enough of this meek
so-called sincerity.
Bring on the powerchords,
the drum n base smatter,
the grand glorious ninth,
and the orgy army
of celtic tapdancers,
lapdancers, la dolce vita
la-la land loonies.
Clowns, chaos, corndogs
and crazy carnivals
collide, and in the clash
red noses, novelty hats
and a million twisted ideas
float finally free.
Bring on the roast,
bring out the sauce,
strike up a toast,
in steak beef beer
candy campari chardonnay.
Give me the flash
thunder charged current,
flesh, flirt and flaunt,
blossom, breed exceed
every assumed expectation.
Go asinine
on my eager ass,
embrace it all,
envelope, embarrass,
the meandering few
hiding shy in corners.
The party is on
and we'll leave staggering,
if we leave at all.
Absinthe bleeding from ears,
feet worn down to stumps,
quenched and drenched
in excess, explosions
of dreadless desire.
So enough already,
no more nonsense.
Bring on the cabinet
of clearest torture.
If we can't have absolution,
there is always Absolut.
- COMMENTS
duddle146over 17 years agoAn all out assault on sleeplessness. Another excellent rendering by the Liar.
twelveoonealmost 20 years agostart
finish
and in between
what the fuck are you drinking? everything?
Maria2394almost 20 years agoGive me the flash
thunder charged current,
flesh, flirt and flaunt,
blossom, breed exceed
every assumed expectation.
~~
Iknew I forgot something!!!
Maria2394almost 20 years agoits forceful, and you got some power going on in this poem, it really kicks, good work :)
my favorite lines:
Anonymousalmost 20 years agoThe very thoughts that unceasingly wander through a insomniacs mind. Crazily enough, this also reads like one of my nightmares. Great writing, Liar.
Tathagataalmost 20 years ago"the grand glorious ninth,"
Shadows of " A Clockwork Orange" which in itself conjures a wild night
~and the orgy army
of celtic tapdancers,
lapdancers, la dolce vita
la-la land loonies.~
Love this stanza
~Clowns, chaos, corndogs
and crazy carnivals
collide, and in the clash
red noses, novelty hats
and a million twisted ideas
float finally free.`
That, my friend, is genius
I'd have to reprint the whole poem but possibly one of the best things i've seen here.
it has everything
alliteration, vibrant images, great stuttering rhythms, and images to die for.
And it sounds like my kind of party
Excellent work
Thank you
