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Galactic Stew
Her violet pupils are set in yellow bloodshot eyes
this witch with dragon of pink and soft little scales
that looks at backwards feet.
It smiles as pencil curved eye brows do stretch.
Her soupy brew is steamy and ghostly.
Antenna fish with red lips and body gaps are hungry
swimming through seas of citric acid storms.
They fall into swirls of mixed kumquats,
acorns and jelly beans— moving slowly round and round
with yellow and red pan cakes, that spiral stacked on top of
red, blue, orange, and green alien predators.
About This Poem
Style/Type: Free verse
Review Request Direction: What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Critiques
Geezer
9 years ago
Very vivid...
and visually stunning! I have no precedent by which to judge this. My take on this poem, is that it sounds like a trip through the "Looking Glass"! My guess, is that you have eaten the wrong kind of mushrooms. Verrrrry interesting! ~ Gee.
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Esker
9 years ago
mortar strike hit the kp and chaplan charlies
the heads watching dusk burn
the nineties skewing crack
like rhetoric swinging
the winded soundtrack
lack the universal key
hatch the plot of eternity
visage door of portent
lend
crude homemade
patch
return to sender
i think its awesome
abstract is out of my
reach
homemade walkman
tatoos and bic ink
thank U Mark!
WhiskeyOscarLimaFoxtrot
Obadiah Grey
2 years 12 months ago
Must have missed this the
Must have missed this the first time around,
You could read this a hundred times and still
draw a different conclusion on every one.
You managed to pique the interest of big Gee and
lubricated Esker's cogs so, it must be good.
Cheers, Obi.