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I ran into a salmon belly sun
Jumping high without a look behind me
Such a holla such spin-deemed tilted moon tunes
Screams of foxes fucking my own bukkake demons
Spewing amongst the ripped guts of dustbin bags gurning
As magenta turned to grey I lost my way and in the dark
A humble crack whistle fisting for an echo
I tripped tripping was tripped and tripled took a tumble
Falling into my self made nothing
Crawling low a creeping ground gut an obscene outshut welted
Wedded to an unseen ode to insurrection without direction
I cried like a baby
Steps again after falling after falling after falling
Astray asleep walking parsley thyme and sage
Heals everything and everyday
A new beginning and I jump high
The salmon belly sun behind me
Jumping high without a look behind me
Such a holla such spin-deemed tilted moon tunes
Screams of foxes fucking my own bukkake demons
Spewing amongst the ripped guts of dustbin bags gurning
As magenta turned to grey I lost my way and in the dark
A humble crack whistle fisting for an echo
I tripped tripping was tripped and tripled took a tumble
Falling into my self made nothing
Crawling low a creeping ground gut an obscene outshut welted
Wedded to an unseen ode to insurrection without direction
I cried like a baby
Steps again after falling after falling after falling
Astray asleep walking parsley thyme and sage
Heals everything and everyday
A new beginning and I jump high
The salmon belly sun behind me
Published 28th Jul 2014
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29th Jul 2014 2:30am
you catapult through some industrious scenes here. progress is a good thing...
29th Jul 2014 6:26am
The greater the experience the greater the redemption, thanks JF for understanding and commenting
29th Jul 2014 10:51am
Anonymous
29th Jul 2014 9:25am
Such a great woven tale, Whale, the peeling of the second skin, chaos and transformation in one
Strong write!
Strong write!
29th Jul 2014 10:53am
...each day the chance to be born anew - thanks for recognising this write - very much appreciated Mourganna
Anger poem? Sounds like a fucking wild bucks party to me. All those guilty sons involved, they may just want to deny everything, and plead to their wives, girlfriends and bride to forgive and forget, but nobody ever really forgets... Because you know what they say about buck parties? "You can't have your bukkake and eat it too."
In all seriousness, whale. This poem rips! It's got great imagery, awesome lines and the technique you plough into in the second half of the piece is poetic jazz.
In all seriousness, whale. This poem rips! It's got great imagery, awesome lines and the technique you plough into in the second half of the piece is poetic jazz.
30th Jul 2014 8:54am
from jizz to jazz - thanks for the comment and add - I'm only happy when the Case is on :)
2nd Aug 2014 12:20pm
Fantastic visuals. The falling after falling after falling and the transition into the new. I love the "Salmon belly sun" Great stuff Whale.
2nd Aug 2014 12:39pm
Anonymous
3rd Aug 2014 3:41am
I like the story you depicted here, Whale, I like how you style progresses from the first line to the last, well done.
3rd Aug 2014 4:28am
Thank you SW - just because you were one way once does not mean that you will always be - and if you are so be it :)
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