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Asphyxia in the Drum of Ears

Remember meeee….

That’s not. What’s not right?

Each his own story and a tale to tell.

Thus must not worry, furious proportionย  anoints delirious distortion.

Super tight, out of…

Cereal.

Surreal.

With the wits of a mouse throwing fits over bowls of cheese grits.

Mercy, we let your dreams die.

Never again will our eyes celebrate your toothless smile.

A child bread in a ruthless vile. So fowl, so wild.

A threaded testimony of ashes.

Focus your glasses.

Pay attention to the shivering brim of tender silver, a frame so grim.

Swim with flamingos. Go where the ring goes, thy suppose.

Swing from the brim of tropical trees in Santo Domingo, neatly groomed in columns and rows.

The seeds can’t breathe in the brush, subtle rush, foreseen in the leaves.

Open your mind in the morning time. Stay awake… and stay away from the cake.

~That Dude Eddie~

Please don’t forget to share this. ๐Ÿ™‚

Love and Peace.

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39 comments on “Asphyxia in the Drum of Ears

  1. yes no touching the cake! you can have the cereal though…yuck! ๐Ÿ˜‰

  2. like this eddie….the flamingos line i dig a lot. solid piece!!

  3. i see what you did there with the word play ๐Ÿ™‚ if i were wearing a hat, I’d tip it to you.

  4. I found this very moving.

  5. I love when the mind dances.
    Where it may.

  6. love that metaphor – a dancing mind – that is what produced this poem

  7. Santo Domingo
    See swinging among rowed trees
    Turtles race to sea

  8. Why do we always seem to be out of cereal? I guess we’re serially out of cereal. Surreal.

    Thanks for stopping by my blog. ๐Ÿ™‚

  9. Love the mind playing with the sounds of the tongue, the tongue interpreting the white noise of the mind. Some very rich lines here. Taa

  10. Hey Eddie Dude – like this poem. I wonder – do you mean to use “bread” rather than “bred” in the line about children? Interesting choice, if so. Thanks! Carley

  11. Wow!!!
    First, I must thank you for your constant presence at my blog (post) shows.
    I see! You have quite a blog here.
    How can I not commend your word play, your rhyming pattern?!
    And, “With the wits of a mouse throwing fits over bowls of cheese grits.” just climaxed it for me.
    That dude…
    Dude…
    That eddie…
    That…
    That dude eddie!!!

  12. Very emotional poem.Excellent writing.You always come with a new idea.Regards(thank you for revisiting my site.) Jalal

  13. My sincere thanks for visiting my blog and liking my poem, ‘Night’. The power of words jugglery in yours is indeed mesmerizing. I would love to visit time without numbers for such a feast to my mind. Thanks again.

  14. Awesome Eddie. Love this piece…memorable. Jen x

  15. Groucho Marx used to do something similar with words, but his fake moustache made him look less poetic.

  16. Great poem! Its hard not to start snapping. I can so hear this being read in my head at a poetry reading place…. Sadly, I like cake, so if I stay awake, I’m gonna eat it…

    • I can honestly say that I’ve never recited my poems to any audience at any coffee shops yet. Hmmm… Maybe I should, But yes you have a choice whether or not to eat the cake. You can have cereal instead. ๐Ÿ˜‰

  17. So I will be honest, I am not into poems, only because I don’t really understand them … It must be my blond hair, but I can totally relate to having to stay away from the cake. About the eat my second piece of tres leches cake but I really shouldn’t ๐Ÿ™‚

    • I doubt its the blond hair, I mean, I truly doubt that the color blond has this kinetic energy that makes a person unable to understand poems. But Then again I don’t have blond hair so I wouldn’t know ๐Ÿ˜› I’m sure you could understand it if you really look into it, I have faith in you. ๐Ÿ™‚ But yes, I guess all of us might have a tough time staying away from cake. Thanks for the comment.

      Peace and Love.

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