Tuesday, October 3, 2017

Grammer's Wig

image by Tony Luciani

Grammer’s Wig

“The most wasted of all days is one
without laughter.”--e.e. cummings

my shoes fit not
many times post-yogurt
(no spit from sandals)
old man toenails because
in a mason jar gather gleam.

knows no one like troubled
church mice, their claws broken
pining for flight to nestle
in christ’s beard suspended
from penitent arches, wanting
to lick the painted tears.

loam-deep fingerless gloves as
concrete dwellers wine in their whine,
damn too busy app-pursuing to count
(ladybug’s dots) on table clothes
in the outhouse blue purity.

why do sheep weep as llamas cry,
(wolf masks dominate) october’s
last gasp as socks from crippled
dogs are launched at the moon,
barely a midnight slit.

after death sex lingers
with dignity, necklaced in poetry,
pursuing pedophile priests living
in cloud cracks, praying between
the lines, scourging themselves
with feather dusters as cherubs clap,
holding still wings of plastic blood-red.

Glenn Buttkus

Posted over at dVerse Poets Pub


brudberg said...

Oh you went wild with this prompt... really can see how much fun you had... It's very hard to break the grammar, and I looked for a meaning anyway (and made one) which I think it's the purpose.

Kim M. Russell said...

Another quote that makes so much sense to me and another poem that stuns me, Glenn! I particularly enjoyed the lines:
'knows no one like troubled
church mice, their claws broken
pining for flight to nestle
in christ’s beard...'
And 'why do sheep weep as llamas cry'?

Anonymous said...

Well you sir have not disappointed with this wonderfully lucid dream of a poem...I love so much here but 'socks from crippled dogs launched at the moon' has got to be one of the best lines ever. Just dope all ends up.

dianadevlin said...

Inspired! I really like the last verse especially 😊

indybev said...

Overwhelmed with the cleverness of you I am. Scared I be that it almost makes sense.

Alison H said...

Nicely done...XX

Vivian Zems said...

I'm picturing mice with broken claws scrambling to nestle in Jesus' beard......priceless!

Anonymous said...

I'm loving this grammar free no rules of writing today.

Glenn, this is exactly what I am talking about when breaking the rules of grammar.
See now you know how I feel when people say that my writing is weird and can't be understood. This poem is brilliant in every way. :)

lillianthehomepoet.wordpress.com said...

LOVE those church mice in the second stanza! Made me smile, even though they are scrabbling through and around Christ's beard.
And then the ending with the pedophile priests turns that church scene upside down.
Quite a write, my friend.

I must admit, this challenge is consuming to read, in terms of the posts. One can slip quickly into "nothingness" and stringing words together so the meaning becomes very difficult to find (needing another cup of coffee this morning!). But this one, I really enjoyed. You've nailed the challenge...the style...and provided food for thought here. The imagery is quite amazing!

Mish said...

A very eloquent write sans grammar, if grammar even matters in poetry. You threw caution to the wind, unleashing the poetic dragon here with bold, vivid images. Nice!