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Kailashana
Kailashana
Jun 03, 2010 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

perfection of bullshit

the perfection of a magpie
rests in the colour of his wings
and how he uses them

the bullshit rose
to a higher level
just when the ink
sprung a leak
stanzas on white paper

Narcissus!

the blackness gives solidity to
his bearing, shiny feathers
are adjacent to speech patterns located
in a man-bird throat, used to imitate
life, to hollow out sequences of thought
and frozen moments in time,

writing words
I have no idea
(dead)
from which bed of
inequity and therefore
the glowing monster,
(having slept under my bed)
leaps from
the written word

the magpie speaks, everyone listens
how frightening and awesome that a bird
can so relate to annoyances of men-echoes --
unheard cacophony and absurdity

bites my thoughts
in half, absconds
with didactic dialect and leaves
the whole ball of wax
between my ears..

the magpie falls,
a bullet thru his heart,
convoluted killed the magpie
and hysteria was his friend.







— Kailashana, Jun 03, 2010

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Seren

16 years ago

Dearest Mum

its is far better to vent than to dig those two graves .. anger is fruitless and leads to more and more pain loved your poems both of them and I love it when your earlier mind finds the page again ... the many faces and masks of you, we can become what ever we want on the page and you do it beautifully love and big hugs Jayne-Chloe x x ("Quote:-For every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it. For every truth there is an ear somewhere to hear it. For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it.-Ivan Panin")
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barbsdad2003

16 years ago

Hey ...

there! You've nearly outdone yourself with this one. A fun read. An insightful write. Well divided tween regular and italics. Strong. Nicely restrained, which of course helps its strength. Though there is much about this piece I like, the first stanza grabbed me; the rest, downhill though they are on the page, do not disappoint. the perfection of a magpie rests in the colour of his wings and how he uses them Thanx, chuck