so Chum, so Chickadee, now to dissolve sympathetically in portentous purple
you risk knottedness, as contrariness and calculus stump up tangles to unpick
one punter was commando waist-down, his dong set in a musical carousel mobile
a wit in the queue said maybe he won a plastic surgery prize for his bono prick
across a precipice to fawn, where rhetoric is unmapped, meanings tip towards the insane
looming, our Jezebel, her bigger breast cratered, made of marzipan, her last flame got savage
with his bite when she said she’d read The Magic Mountain and wanted to enter a sanatorium ruled by psychotic transparency, fearing her mental health stance would drain of advantage
thickened bassoon blasts of brown recreate afterlife inside life, graveyards bulldozed away, new corpses pressure-cleansed into skeletons, readopted by families – inviting couples with children
to take remains of Ma, Pa, Grandma, Grandpa, on picnics, for fun games of daisy chains hung on handy bones, sweet wrappers crushed into eye sockets of forebears in the missionary position
Vincent de Souza
*“People demand freedom of speech as a compensation for the freedom of thought
which they seldom use” – Søren Kierkegaard
Note: this poem was written as a voice evocation
inspired by an individual abstract ink painting by David Miller.
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