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spacesuitcatalyst — Mounts And The Inevitable Sun
Published: 2007-10-15 01:52:20 +0000 UTC; Views: 394; Favourites: 1; Downloads: 3
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he ranand ran
and ran
and ran
-------> into a field
that held no flame, and
absolutely no sense of redemption.
but the plants wrapped around him,
writhed and twisted in a rather archaic way,
making him feel rather
......
[ alone ]
and he felt, as though he belonged here,
entangled in chlorophyll.
and the trees were mistaken,
when they said
"he'll never make it out of there"
and all the while, he thought
"it would be rather nice, to fall into a chasm, or to fly high into the
t r o p o s p h e r e."
and his eyes flew out of his skull,
as all the balance in the world unfurled across his now dismembered skeleton.
and all his bones faced the sunrise, and spread their wings, thinking of
what it would be like to lose oneself in an ocean
AND EVERYTHING IS ABDICATED - TO THE MAN WITH NO HANDS, and in an instant:
PointB finds himself in a rather empty-seeming blackhole, with quite the assortment of dead spaghetti-bodies strewn about him in a rather disassembled and disembodied manner, and he floats across this vast expanse rather tranquilly, as he wonders
"what am I doing h e r e?"
then, quite abruptly, and interrupting the conversation entirely,
his
polonium-covered alarm clock
CHIRPS on [and] off
in rapid succession, mimicking his mortified madness,
(CLI----CK CL!!! ICK CL----..IC!!K!!!!!''!!'''''
'''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''(rain falls)'''''''''''''''''''''''
he lit a cigarette, and promptly blew it out,
using its ashes as a rowboat,
to sail across _ that now empty ocean
of dead-spaghetti bodies, looking for what once made him a
child.
" y e l l o w b i r d , w h a t w e r e y o u l o o k i n g f o r?
on top of topless mountains,
mounted with
pretty flags, I'd love
to go
smok
-ing, Killer Clock, cocked back in his chair. You've put on
smok
-ing, Killer Clock, cocked back in his chair. You've put on
ai nshot flai p , filiments of what
rs of gu rs, flaring u yo
u would have =!been!
'
'
'
'
!AND, did you see the signs, '
! e '
! t out for '
! h '
! e men with '
r(ansomnotes) never '
a(round) any '
e(nvironments) plans, ' (look below! as above, so below!)
p(retty) and '
p(eel) did you see '
a(nd) the signs '
s(ea) singing '
s(ee) crooked '
i trees '
d(id) while '
pointB, '
! - - - - - - - - - - .if you had stayed asleep
! . y "
broken gear, . o
killer clocks, . u were sleeping,
we, we dont' steal here. our mothers died,
,. hey look! A yellow bird,
yellow bird, what were you looking for?
choir calls out, pointB looks; a pendulum smile (curious boy, would you have stayed?)
and did I hear you say/shout (across the islands, a pendulum smile)
"I fly flags, flags, flags irriguous with red-wet, ---//(across the islands, a pendulum smile(s))
and I'm not lethargic, and these raindrops don't taunt me, no no no"
'''''''''''''''''''Ra''''''''''''indrops'''''fall''''slowly''''''' (blacksuit calls, a pendulum swings)
'''''''''''''k'''''''I'''''ll''I!'ng''''off'''''lives'''''with'''it's''''''
'''prodigal'''''''thiNgs''''''''
broken clocks ( if you had)
don't tell time ( killed ! when you could )
with the panache : of several broken down buildings,
then perhaps this wouldn't be HAPPENING.
killing time, a killer clock, a ketamaine kabbala,
wreaking havoc with it's
________________ ( cool d wn, blacksuit, it's
o
only planB ----
( and did you notice, that you're giving off light?
[ gunsHOT! f l e s __h
I AM N t
_o, pendulum swings)
( and did you keep
the clouds at bay?
[ gunshot filament, flesh I am not
prodigal cadaver, [pendulum smiles, pointB wanders, and the sun falls upside down ] )
you know not these godhands, that you held in your skin,
emblazoned with redwet, pendulum sin
pendulum points -> to the man with no hands
PointB asks![nomanisisland]
and he has no fingers!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!or sight to see with
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!but still he asks questions, and smells deadflesh ahead, almost like a wolf!
"wh(at)
did(you)
see(that)night, pontious pilate,
when you sold your soul for godhands, covered in redwet, seeing sights, that should
///NEVER BE SEEN,
did you touch - the oceans, or see across stars?
did you feel - the texture of blanksouls
r e a c h i n g out over oceans, killing islands, all the while, A PENDULUM SMILES"
Y E L L O W B I R D,what were you looking for?
on top of topless skyscrapers, adorned with
pretty, pretty flags,
( flags, flags, flags fly ////)
Y E L L O W BIRD, YELLOWB I R D,
I'd love to go
set myself on fire.
and someday I will.
someday, when the sun sets, unflinchingly.....
''''''''''(rain falls)''''''''''''''''''''''''''''
'''''''(unflinchingly)''''''''''''''(falling into oceans)'''''
'''''''''''''(and rising into streams)'''''''''''''''''''''''
'''''''(and it has no hands)''''''''''(but still it grabs you)'
''''''''''(and lifts you up)'''''(to a place beyondEarth)''''
'''''''''''''(so can you tell me)''''(is there life on mars?)'
''''("I don't know, I'm still talking with the stars....")'''
--------------------it was of the worst sort.
(you) ------------------(devil)---------------(you)
becuase they left no ------------------------(remainder)
-------------it was of the worst sort---------------
(little)------------(wolf)---------------(you)
becuase time was killed, and arrows were split, all the while, pendulum smiled
(and the cogs broke right off the gears, ran far far away, to a land without time
and everything just ----S T O P P E D--- (stopped))
they killed the ghosts ---------
and their wings grew like ivy,suffocating them with stale air,and informing them of their
( HabeusCorpus )
, before they were executed swiftly, guillotined, cut off without a thought,
BUT THEY LIVED ON, THEIR BONES, THEY SHOWED
a sense of regret
AND THEY ROSE UP, THEIR SKELETONS GROWED,
up to face the sunrise
'''''''''''''(rain falls)''''''''''''''
were you sleeping when ,"oh look!a bottle!
i ,
f handed god, oh god, of some cast away
e d
l o (pendulum)smile, preserved in the stale air,
l asleep next to the g
"
like trains I go, my boats, they go, and the man,
(theairistoothick)
and the man, ("my baby's got dark brown hair")
(ohmygodiwanttoshootmyself)
with the three left hands, ("I went swimming today in a waterless ocean)
he, he, he was never really there,
(!!shutup!!)
("can you believe he said that!?")
----OHLOOK!ABOTTLE!, a hard rain's
gonna fall, andohlook, pendulum,smiled.
the coffee killed it quick,
and he went back to work, that curious boy,
(do you think I could see the sky)
he stayed still and stayed still and stayed s t i l l,
(if I tried to die)
the coffee killed it, quick, and he never woke up and there was
(and do you think)
so much work to do! and there were so many yellow birds,
(we could move quicker)
so many oceans and so many skies and so many skeletons made pretty as petunias
(if we fashioned our legbones)
and there were so little fingers and so many hands - - - - and so many faces and so many
(into ephermal wisps of willow?)
sharp little teeth and there were so many ghosts, sons, daughters, and there were so many!
! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
!!!!!!!!!(ANDTHEREWASTOOMUCHGOINGONTOOMANYOCEANSDR OWNINGTOOMANYTOPLESSBUILDINGSITWASTOOMUC HANDTHEREWASTOOMUCHGOINGON)!!!!!!!!
and so he ran so loud, and he ran
and he ran
(the air was too thick)
(this suit's too tight)
(this coffee's too hot)
and ran
(everyone's deaf)
(shut up)
(let's go back to sleep)
(I don't really feel like going)
(why are there so many excuses)
(I'm so tired)
and ran
(let's go)
(get out of here)
(we'll be laughing so loud)
(at the men in their little suits)
(running around like ants)
(we'll be laughing so l o u d)
(no.)
and ran.
he smiled to himself, inwardly,
knowing who he was, and knowing that,
unlike that man, with the toomanyhands,
he could always go back to work in the morning,
and he could always, he could always be alive.
(.and he hated it)
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Comments: 6
This is unbelievable, mon cher~
Its so intense...
At first I had no idea what was going on but, all of a sudden, some gear just shifted in my head and i could understand everything~
Incredible, mon cher~
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The beginning almost seemed to make sense... and then the entire poem launched forward into this abstract intensity. It felt like more physical movement than words.
And the last line, oh what a kicker.
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An insane epic - so many levels, so many interpretations, a mythology crafted from scratch, truly awe-inspiring.
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Wow.
Now that's some prophetic writing right there.
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wow... that was intense. i love it when people use parentheses in poems, and the overall aesthetics of the poem are really good at visually conveying the rapid rush of thoughts for someone in his situation. its great.
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