Color Deaf (Michael Paul Ladanyi)
and now you’ve had your fun---
so where’s your conscious?
1-2-3-4, your isms are standing blue
in fish-dead rows,
your piss-riddled nostrums
are bastarding our
trace-of-your-face children.
who do you love?
this public service announcement
to your red/machine/western/war-moon---
what
is
black
wetness,
is lost beneath your
adam-apple
feet.
who do you love?
your stammer-mouth ghosts are host
to everything you bleed,
are june’s sitar curvature.
what’s in your war-fucking name?
our acoustic every-where’s
are lost to your discovery;
we are in pain over song-sung
wove-n-spun days---
we
are
azure
pain---
sinequanon our eyes become color deaf.
(Copyright (C) 2006 Michael Paul Ladanyi.)
so where’s your conscious?
1-2-3-4, your isms are standing blue
in fish-dead rows,
your piss-riddled nostrums
are bastarding our
trace-of-your-face children.
who do you love?
this public service announcement
to your red/machine/western/war-moon---
what
is
black
wetness,
is lost beneath your
adam-apple
feet.
who do you love?
your stammer-mouth ghosts are host
to everything you bleed,
are june’s sitar curvature.
what’s in your war-fucking name?
our acoustic every-where’s
are lost to your discovery;
we are in pain over song-sung
wove-n-spun days---
we
are
azure
pain---
sinequanon our eyes become color deaf.
(Copyright (C) 2006 Michael Paul Ladanyi.)
posted by Michael Paul Ladanyi | Wednesday, February 08, 2006
6 Comments:
all bohemians welcome:
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(please wipe your feet)
Thanks, will take a peek.
Very powerful. I like.
I would like to hear this read aloud. You did an outstanding job at the enjambment, the natural pauses, the way the phrases turn.
Thanks, K~.
Thank you, A~.
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