by Liar
"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
The very thoughts that unceasingly wander through a insomniacs mind. Crazily enough, this also reads like one of my nightmares. Great writing, Liar.
its forceful, and you got some power going on in this poem, it really kicks, good work :)
my favorite lines:
Give me the flash
thunder charged current,
flesh, flirt and flaunt,
blossom, breed exceed
every assumed expectation.
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Iknew I forgot something!!!
start
finish
and in between
what the fuck are you drinking? everything?
An all out assault on sleeplessness. Another excellent rendering by the Liar.