GREYESCAPEXTRAIL
| Modern Times | And How |
I designed this poem to s l o w your reading pace to a crawl.
Use of colloquialisms, syl·la·ble-breaks, [internal dialogue],emphasis,*added emphasis* and various tools of poetry
have been combined to paint a picture in your mindabout something which I, personally, fear the most.
Book·ing-thru their big pho·to al·bum book (at)
un·fam·ili·ar pla·ces and fa·ces — when (theez)
[ . . . got to get bet·ter - not too up·set, we’re . . .
]
pe·ople in this room claim: that’s young me wear(ing)
look·ing-a·skew with squints and guard·ed looks (that)
[ . . . wrought true; fret ne·ver - blot new debt let·ter . . . ]
seem un·hap·py “their life’s crap·py” — *my* ... what(eav’z)
spy·ing fro·zen strange day-dreams in time stare(ing)
[ . . . aught you bet whe·ther - hot dew sweat
sweat·ter . . . ]
nook·ing-brew this knocks stuff from brain nook, (fat)
chance of that - I don’t say to crowd of who? (Friendz)
[ . . . thought grew: met bet·ter - fraught shrew
threat fet·ter! . . . ]
we’ve al·rea·dy said, known whole life·time *glare(ing)*
gob·ble·dey·gook·ing-slew hop·ing I gob(smack’t)
[ . . . rot through abet·ter - slaught sprue sun-sett·er! . . . ]
them; flare my scare·y eyes. Do you know where (pleadz)
all these pic·tures’ mem·or·ies, now, are hide(ing)?
similar:
Haiku γ©γγ«γ§γ ε
εε
ε 5-7-5 δΏ³ε₯ Signs signs, everywhere there
The Durman Murmurs to Eranthe
(Imagine Rod Serling's voice) "Earth ... the year is ... well, of-course you know the year ... our main character, well of-course you read the title, so you know her name ... she leads the life of an hobby-artist. Her canvas: the earth itself. She creates crop circles and other Earth Art when there are no crops to trample. She does this for fun and adventure ... damaging crops at night because she likes the designs and the not-getting-caught part is an adrenaline rush. One might say she's a pretentious, privileged, middle-class, white (American or British or Canadian) woman who has no thought or consideration for the entire earth besides how she can use it to her advantage. But . . . in 2020 . . . the planet strikes back. With fires. With floods. With hurricanes. With a global pandemic. And for Eranthe? . . Weeeeellll ... the wheat field tries to kill that bitch by plugging her every orifice. But, in the end, it fails. But, does she learn her lesson? . . Do humans learn from nature's desire to eradicate them? Abso-fucking-lutely not!
Albedo Ambedo (next word is...)
Of to day I would speak: tine tap fray battle squeak
underwall there’s a gnaw, scrabble brawl tine-o-claw
neighbors flap: “Just One Bite” “lay a trap” neophyte
“that’s not me” different tack cup-o-tea give a snack
daily crumbs might divert, fervid scrum hangry-blurt
but disease! they’re a pest! (disagrees kill-obsessed)
airship stow’way mischief—panel faux aft sneakthief:
trusting not in my crew; stormy yacht flying through
allmorrow’s grime-n-hate an their “throes castigate”
loath we’re to disembark, n’find it’s too like this ark.
Albedo describes a reflective quality (radiation/light).
Ambedo is a deep-focus-relaxed state of mind (trance).
Azbedo is next (the Bulgarian word for asbestos).
similar time wasting:
...animals got harmed...
...laundromat...
...eglaf...
covert corvid covid video
This homage to Edgar Allen Poe's The Raven obviously doesn't have an attached covert video. If you've read this far, expecting to find a video, thank you for reading my poetry and viewing my photo-collage; sorry for the misleading homophone-title.
similar creations:
Mess of Pottage (meal of stew)
Work in Progress ... Interesting Times
too eglaf or not eglaf enough?
basement machine, byproduct steam; scaffolding, overhead, rusty
bloody-lip smell, loamy green hell; body sweat, lubricant, lust scree
intrinsic maw, pheromone draw; whispering murmuring: *trust me,
I know it's dark* fungus and bark; *please disrobe, climb inside, thusly,
follow my voice, no other choice, getting tight, wonderful* [cussing]
*creep deeper in, now pull your chin* gag reflex, metronome, thrust deep
*fast growing roots, fill all your chutes; provide fuel, oxygen, musk-seed,
symbiont-spouse, cervix feels soused; already, desire-full tusking?
here, finger flex: one-no two-yes*
commencing ...*tap for speed*... kvmzee
spasm thrill still? un-sated fille; then births-n-nursing why... rush
thee?
immortal wife, now quell your strife; deep coma, paralyze (brusquely)
soon we drop spawn, nurse thereupon; for decades, the brood you'll bustfeed
brainless your part - while I teach art: ambush scent, bait-luring, husk-breed
once all depart, we will restart; tuskin' and raisin' our Musk Trees
— The Musk Tree by Veach Glines
Eglaf (/egg/•luff) is not a word. Because this combination of letters is not a morpheme, has no meaning or definition in any language, but bears the resemblance of a word, eglaf is a place-holder for any word of the reader's choosing.