In the Kingdom of the Limbless the Monofilament is King.

Ice elation…

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SeTh hurt teens, sent To hell vertically

Elle vents spleen though ofTen

beNign, hAteS even Sick suFi verse,

Four Freedoom is Too Wan!

Oh, sheZ erotic,

An AstralNaut almost…

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yOu near fear K-shun!

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Bipolar bears sail in dark

Arctica´s starless attic

Clinging to a melting pact of ice,

Searching for real in unreeling.

An island of water will not bear

The weight of our obsessions,

You once said, picking

Walrus whiskers from

Your teeth.

I pretended not to hear

Intent on reaching

The crumbling shoreline that always

Dissolves at a touch

However tentative.

We´ve been lifebuoys for each other

So many seasons now

Yet secretly

We both knew one day we´d drown

Flailing in each other’s arms.

If I sink

Beneath the waves first

You can use my flaxen

Belly as a raft.

Filled with enough love

I could keep you afloat

 

Forever.

 

 

 

 

 

Author notes

Mined adrift suffocating on self. Homophony gone haywire from one thirdteen to below beyond. If only we could float forever. Together.

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  Plumeister
  May 30, 2007
  
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  numerical metronomic, mnemonic mental break-down

  with a nice bit of narration along the path to insanity.
  
  This was an interesting twist on the age old question "Am I crazy? and if not, "When will I be crazy?"
  
  The nyoumarical fonix was a nice touch but a bit cryptic for anything less than a mensa loon. In other words, my dumb ass loved it. Just so long as there's something at the bottom, I'll suffer through your poetic penance till I emerge at the top of the loony heap only to see below that it is everyone else that is crazy. You know that intelligence and insanity go hand in hand, don't you?
  
  I liked this in a cerebrally punishing sort of way. The art is simply horrid.
  
  Thanks Simon,
  
  Al

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    gnosisonG
    June 13, 2007
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    Cheers A Pile, Plumeister!

    For a craftily crafted comment, which could only have been written by a true poet who has known both depths and highs to achieve an observent equilibrium. The title to your comment is a poem in itself, Al.
    
    Cheers Squared
    
    gG
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  Ludmila607
  May 29, 2007
  
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  Lusty....

  I think the poem shows lot of sensual and temptation aspects and it does it just on a singular way and touches some aspects of desire and skin needs without falling into the repetitive or ¨common places¨it is enjoyable for reading and it is quite a lot well expessed.I like it.Notexplicit but suggesting.Unique as ever.
  I am just such a mediocre to imagine how to improove it.
  Thanks for considering my opinion.Ludmi.
  

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    gnosisonG
    May 29, 2007
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    Cheers Ludmila

    Great to hear from you! Your opinions are NEVER mediocre. I have often taken pleasure in your unique perspectives aswell as the times you hit the nail on the head perfectly. I think also there is sensuality prevalent in Monofilament. The pain is never real unless sensitivity to the subject material is authentic as I´m sure you´ll agree.
    In many ways this is a poem about love. Glad you spotted this, Ludmila, and highlighted the fact. Thanx.
    Warmest regards
    gG
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  celestialpie
  May 28, 2007
  
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  Simon, I think you've been spending too much with Irma. Dissolution indeed-- your poetry has gotten increasingly complex, becoming Hellraiser word puzzles it almost hurts me to read.
  
  I have NO idea what the first eight lines are supposed to mean. (Though I like "Astral Naut.") Care to translate?
  
  From line 9 on, the poem is painful in its bleak imagery-- the starless arctic, the crumbling shoreline, the relentless cold. I love "bipolar bears" and "flaxen belly." The hopelessness of love that never bears out.
  
  I am the limbless, tugging myself along this poem with my chin, O Monofilament. Its bumps and razors burn and raze my soft belly. I drag myself away, uncomprehending, to flick Band-Aids on my wounds with my teeth.
  
  Lauren
  
  
  

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    gnosisonG
    May 29, 2007
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    Down, Irma! Down, Girl!

    I suppose I should offer some clarification concerning the first part. It tries to prescribe my emotional predicament (each bit has a distinct meaning but I won´t bore you with over-analysis) and the disparity betwixt two halves kept from combining by their own obstreperous natures. Yin and yang in a countdown to dissolution.
    Isolation/Ice Elation - the loneliness of cold joy - equilibrium unbalanced by opprobrium - the bipolar state of affairs (hemisaffairs of the brain).
    Then the countdown from thirteen to zero/naught. There´s a myopic guide whereby most of the capitals denote a new number, Lauren.
    yOu near fear K-shun/unification - fear of nearness shuns unity/you, OK?
    From Venus to Void.
    
    Monofilament could be a lifeline or (perhaps more so) the single puppet string controlling our destiny after other paths have been destroyed: the Walrus (hints of limblessness again) Whiskers (monofilaments) between the teeth (destroyed).
    
    "..love that never BEARS out." Good one, cheeky Pie!
    
    Left and right parts of a brain, relationships that pass in the night, imbalance leading to an ecological (our natures) kerfuffle or any dualistic muddle - take your pick.
    Attics and cellars. Poles apart. Above unlike below. Etc.
    Cheers, Lauren.
    
    g----G
    
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      celestialpie
      May 29, 2007
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      EurEEKa!

      Ahhhh, it makes perfect sense now, that you have given me the key. I knew I was missing something aMazeing, but I had no idea. I think you've made my brain uncoil a little-- what's this? Is this nub a flipper's growth protruding from my stubby trunk?
      
      In conjunction with the second half of the poem, I do see the bi-polarity of it. You alchemist!
      
      Lauren