performance poetry
Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
Rig
[Rig] I just wish it were fancy again. A truer savage Christ stamped down upon kingdoms where wayfarer blight is never heard of in a trudge of aesthetic post’s about you’re pets and makeup tips. Oof! So I shook winters crystal to melt as summer was pressed to the land with a kiss. My swollen pupils and sweated brow await remedy from a prick self Minister. Thy papal seat the rails tracks where that new rose thorn grew between the main line registers the same color but now both lie flush and flush. A lone flower standing over it’s final resting place.
By Cranial Origami4 years ago in Poets
Ode to the Guy Who Stocks the Condom Machines in Sleazy Gas Station Bathrooms.
Ode to the guy who stocks the condom machines in sleazy gas station bathrooms. A friend to all men, to call him a hero would be apropos. Imagine the legions unborn saved from cold and starvation, Imagine the battalion of men avoiding masturbation.
By Saint St.James4 years ago in Poets
Pushing Daisies
Pushing Daisies Find meaningful precedents to let show with chosen median a makers mark upon this world then lose thy self to it. Throw passion with you’re eyes unto the frae and where it touch be crushed and lifted. Let us run like mad naked beasts through the thrush in moon light as stars fall weeping from our short time under their shine. Allegory of a thousand suns like that of past lives spent upon this rolling bolder in the cosmos. A different frame holds a picture of a God on another wall like wind that’s pushed daisies around for fun.
By Cranial Origami4 years ago in Poets
