surreal poetry
Surrealist poetry embodies the essence of poetry itself, drawing upon shocking imagery and lyrical incongruities to comment on the inner-workings of the mind.
God's Iron and other musings
God's Iron Poem Jd Glasscock A man stomps his way through the door, spurs digging wood, holster with cool iron as lean meat slapping thigh.....he rolls a sardonic whimsy and winks at butterfly girls grooving synchronized moves of sultry across a dust covered floor...he throws a fan of aces upon a table of grizzled men as he spits sin at their feet. "I've come for the tombs you've left behind...."
By JD Glasscock5 years ago in Poets
Short Film Script -- A Door in a window plus some poems
Smoke rings are dreams(edited) Poem by JD Glasscock I blow smoke rings around life, exist in the Haze it creates... Hold poverty like a Linus blanket.... Suck my thumb and dream about could bes.... Would of beens.... And count the tick off second hands spelling the terms to falling....I once..... Yesterday..... Do I matter..... The shroud of midnight does a slow Calypso to the ever ever of broken toys. .. My eyes are half lidded and thinking of you... I'm sorry..... Sleep is the one place safety seems assured... Egg shells strewn across sand swirling in a Kaleidoscope of idioms.... My lips echo beauty to the ending of small things.... The door is cracked and the light frail and wavering...a candle gutters in a strong breeze...... Simmetry is left to those with more money then I.... The Haze is slowly drifting apart... The blanket forming holes, eye slits to bones.... Tombs are back drops to ghost stories told in the wee hours of doubt......I crawl through the left overs of the hungry.... Someone save the young..... They are broken on the wheel of progress.... Heavy pockets of old men counting green.... My breathing has slowed... The moon has spoken love..I listen and hope....
By JD Glasscock5 years ago in Poets
