Tap the Board

Posted on by meltingneurons

Oh how the-

-text spurls

words curling

mind unfurling

language purring

heart stirring

as the fingers tap the board.

Where “in vitro” vitriol meets

“in serial” sequel

harmonics liquefy verbs to dust

bind to the ears

cause au01ditory rust

shifting notes to more than two tones

breaking neural casings far from home.

Here they lay

-down to sleep

Blissful concepts

-in the layers of deep

When they woke

-blessed be

A magicians breath

-for all to see.

Angled for the torture rack

severed laughter

looping track

limp nuance

filthy slack

lands nothing

continues attack.

“Future memories” become the present

recollection stirs of ambition spent

on the cusp of something new

everything drained

from what once was you.

In the reading

find the thoughts

delightful rummaging

in haggard troughs.

Text spurls

words curling

mind unfurling

language purring

heart stirring

as the fingers tap the board.

Pink Elephants

Posted on by meltingneurons

Artwork by Nicitsu

You pink and fuzzy elephants
with beaks so long and whiplike –
your words become so slurry
no one quite knows what they have heard.

You stomp the earth to pieces
break branches from the trees
piss frantically on the walls
you do just what you please.

No long-as-a memories do you share
yet – for the creatures all around
their mouths will split that mental quiet
trumpet stories of your awful sounds.

You pink and fuzzy elephants
gone dancing on a whim
the world was sickly beautiful
yet you to chose sink instead of swim.

Your leather skin creaks of mud,
your whites burn bright with blood
the reek of something playful
always splashing in the suds.

You thrice cursed pink elephants
with nothing to your name
hearing your thunder approaching
should bring terror to the game.