Poems and poetry as experiential art experiments, created by a dedicated core, sparking consciousness river, word slurry. A harvest of poems and creative thought from a creative collective cadre.
Balloon
breaks its endbounds—
bang! Big boom
of birthdeath
yes!
exhorting
pasta-field zing
across egg-yolk endless
contains nothing
but ribs
turned
outward to hold
everywhere's heart
as noise flume
wham!
These lines rearrange my understanding of the universe, too perfect and so thank you: ...ribsturnedoutward to holdeverywhere's heart
These lines rearrange my understanding of the universe, too perfect and so thank you:
ReplyDelete...ribs
turned
outward to hold
everywhere's heart