Numb to the awful

A comment ‘ numb to the awful’ from my friend Grant @GrandTrines inspired this post.

I thank Charlie encouraging me to write beat.

Whirling through the galaxy
I feel stars in my mouth
They breathe the loneliness of seeking,
As blodshot eyes spill;
The bane of clueless thoughts-bound by laws
Earth bound in a decrepit world
Numb eyed-apocalyse filled where
Truth spits white grime 
In an organic milky way- my sky...a lost blue echo

I tread space trying to catch flowers and find
Mortal remains of lightening bugs..
A seed from earth floats- a transit to inception
I peer into the black hole
Earth gapes at me
Horendous fires glaze..a trapeze of existence..

The space is like an unused womb bearing
Vast infinte of coagulated blood
Stars gnarl into a blood vessel highway
Pulling up a scentless garden
Black flowers twirl...color numb
My muse is numb to the awful
Armageddon loaded.

38 thoughts on “Numb to the awful

  1. An interesting phrase and an amazing response to it. Love the imagery: dark and chaotic, like the end of the world. Your pen knows no limits, my friend.

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  2. Like I said before. If Allen Ginsberg we’re still alive today. He’d be proud of you and so happy that you’ve mastered the ways of writing true Beat poetry and what is happening today and what we need to connect as poets.

    Masterfully well written and the visuals are outstanding as beat poetry. 🙂

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