At Midnight Demanding Entry
Its words. Flowing how some people
free their giant dragon kites
into the sky's blue everything.
Trees softening in sky's flame of wind.
Yet, all day in Singapore, there can be another way.
Some remain forgotten, and others should know better.
Yet through shuttered windows, a barred pale yellow heart is burning,
a varied candle amongst others at midnight's doorstep.
Oblivious to a thousand irrelevant things,
it dreams of sports, freedoms, dwarfs and fairies.
On the tenth floor of years overheard,
a bloody drink of pictures, and tableau of word.
It has an architecture,forged from freedom's anvil,
small and soft, unlike material towers,
whilst beating on midnight's door
with inevitability's scalpel.
A poem by the cloned corpse of Marcus Tal
inspired by the superb poetry of Gilbert Koh
posted by the cloned corpse of marcus tal @ 9:17 AM
8 Comments:
Oh my! I see little phrases from my many poems, so cleverly put together by you to create a brand new poem in its own right. O am honoured, MR ... thank you!
Thank You, Gilbert!
Yes, with the inspiration
from my guests & visitors
and with my wordforge
a feat of poetic alchemy
I fashion an attempt called Poechemy
Oh i like this, i really like this.
Poechemy huh? neat. i call my acid dada.
great words.
Cocaine Jesus,
Thank You, I am glad you have appreciation.
the cloned corpse of Marcus Tal
Thank-youI left you a comment below
An interesting poem, and born of another I already enjoyed. That adds an odd cohesive flow to today's surfing.
Nice work.
Thank You, Twisted Noggin.
I am pleased to be odd and cohesive in my in Poechemy.
Conventional is so dull.
i totally agree
and
never forget cccchange(s)
is always good to.
keeps us and
our audience on
our toes
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