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The spine is spinning. A worn archetype with a tit job. You stopped referring to himself in the first person. The man with the clipboard is crawling out of your throat. The wool over your eyes is highly flammable. There's a spider with shoes in the apartment upstairs learning how to tapdance. At least his victims don't drip. A dessicated corpse is a solid roommate.
My hands can taste, I don't want to leave the house. Touching the doorknob makes me Nauseous. I don't like who I become when my name is Nauseous. I doff my aviator glasses and the uniform with too many pockets. The stations between the stations on the radio always cancel me out. I don't like to be reminded that I'm made of waves.
When I feel, is the only time you're real. Otherwise I'm just scratching cuneiform into your skin with a flattened nickel. Sit the fuck still. I can't hear the celestial word through all your pained fidgeting. I murdered my subscription to the light. Ghost photons still haunt me, I think. All they want is money
I try not to start or end my sentences with I.
Who remembers Casey the Cancer Cell? He fell asleep on the job, let the old man keep ticking. Shiftless.
In the backwards room everything is in shadow, except for the far corners where it can't reach. The speed of the universe is zero. We're all dead and we stand asleep in the day, worrying endlessly about our impending lives.
Fragments of fallacies form a fleeting fabric, free of flesh, forcing us to face this phenomenon of functional forgetfulness. Forgive me friend, as I abandon this alliteration for another..
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Hey, OniiChan here!
Ok, to be honest, this made zero sense. But just like @Radrook said, it’s a form of literary nonsense. I kinda find this surreal in a way, and it’s pretty cool! I like it! The only thing I really have to say about this poem is the way you organized the stanzas. It feels more like a weird type of short story, rather than poetry. Just my opinion!
Keep on writing!
Oh my. I really liked this strange poem.
To me it sounds like this person either has some mental problems or is high as f***,,,or both. This is the strangest thing I've ever read and I read some weird s***. I didn't see anything that needed changing except possibly adding more details. I loved your imagery, and the formation of this work very much.
This poem was confusing and created a strange air of curiosity. It had many sections of nonsense and many things that kind of reminded me of a f****d up version of wonderland.
I believe this would make a really cool book!
Keep writing, human.
Radrook here a once again to offer some suggestions.
Apologies if i offend. It isn’t my intention.
Please feel full free to cast aside all things you deem not helpful.
But if you do be sure its true by being extra careful.
That having been said:
I thoroughly enjoyed reading this composition of nonsense literature or verse.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Literary_nonsense
The composition starts with the second person you and then the rest is in the first person I. The writer seems to make a special effort not to make sense. If the poem's purpose is to create an atmosphere of confusion and utter bafflement mixed with occasional humor interlaced with an admiration for wit, then it succeeded in my case. I am baffled, amused, and admire the wit in many of the statements. Especially those that are self contradictory such as the reference to excessive alliteration. The one that tells us that the writer always strives not to start and end sentences with an I and that is exactly what he does. The spider in the apartment above learning how to Tapdance is hilarious. It couldn't take up knitting of course. Knitting doesn't annoy the neighbor downstairs.
Looking forward to reading more in this literary genre.