The floating isles catch my eyes.
The upside-down cars upon the highway puzzle me.
The purple skies alarm me as well.
There are so many missing textures, but—
This constant buzzing in my ears.
The overwhelming white noise in my mind.
What is next?
The lines twist and distort.
There are no longer verticals.
The diagonals are absent.
I feel cold.
I hold the iron firmly in my hand.
Unload these selfish, nonsensical thoughts.
Reload when you see fit.
May the tendrils of the world unfold.
Mayflower afloat, sicknesses abroad.
Monika’s flying a P-40 into the East.
The following targets have been designated.
The Eiffel Tower is splitting apart into multiples.
I’ve seen the secrets beneath the bridge.
Red shorts, pink crocs—
¿¡Everybody knows ya gotta detox?!
Gloves line the walls.
The trains come and they go.
But everybody knows that they eventually empty.
Never coming. Never going.
This time, the consequences are foreseen
The orchestra is still playing.
But upon seeing you, they stop.
.sins your know they for
cqd cqd sos sos
Fool. You fool.
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Author:
Ryan Modawell (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 29th, 2021 07:42
- Comment from author about the poem: Another older nonsense poem of mine.
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Comments1
'The floating isles catch my eyes.
The upside-down cars upon the highway puzzle me.'
(of fleeting chance
and those queuing, to glean a clue)
'The purple skies alarm me as well.
There are so many missing textures, but—'
(Overwhelming anxiety from expectant anticipation
of which nuanced details, we can sense but can't grasp)
'This constant buzzing in my ears.
The overwhelming white noise in my mind.'
(The pressure building from within
The lack of connecting thread, to our scattered musings)..
I'll say again, for anyone wo cares to acknowledge
(in my humble opinion)
there is a lot of depth to your - supposed, nonsense poem;
thanks for choosing to share, your insightful wisdom!
You flatter me. Truthfully, there may be depth, but upon writing it, I’m merely writing what nonsensical thoughts come off the top of my head. The interpretation, ultimately, is up to the reader. Thank you once again for reading.
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