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Jeepgun
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Written during a cluster. And no, I have no farging idea what it means. Insane with pain, and this is what comes of it... 
Without further ado:
The Killing Of The Toad
Gentle flies on the edges of everything
soften all the jagged corners.
Stark sunlight lances my eyeballs
shooting icepick headaches of
pinwheel colors screaming,
"I HAVE SEEN HIM! HE IS AMONG US NOW!
THE END IS NEAR!
REPENT!"
I have seen the Toad of Darkness writhing
glistening and black in my throat after
studying my open mouth in the mirror with
my new eyes. Blue eyes. Blue flies...
My hands disappeared for a long time,
meltfading bones crumbling to ashes.
But they are back; different somehow...
Cunning disease that has learned to
chameleon itself as flesh...
Headache headache headache...
Maybe just one more aspirin or
five or losing count how many empty
bottle bought just this morning sleepy
sleepy sleepy sleep comes difficult for
the toad wriggles with knowing that
the abode of the toad grows cold as
my eyes fold like origami cranes and
pain fades fade fading....to black
Black cranes swooping down to take me
take me
take me
to the end of the obsidian ribbon highway
that stretches to the horizon flatline
flatline
flatline
flatline...
-Frank H. Weeden
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Jeepgun
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Cluster's End: This poem actually has a different working title, but when I read it, I realized that it describes the exact feeling of awakening with an excrutiating cluster, and then the cluster subsiding, and being able to turn the pillow over to find the cool spot, and drifting to sleep again...
Without further ado:
Emerging seventeen miles high
miles high...
miles high...
into pristine azure silence that
prickles my skin with
the icy splinters of lucidity.
lucidity...
lucidity...
Deafening absence of sound
of sound
of sound...
and I'm creeping upside down on
the arcing reaching stretching dome of
the sky,
and like an insect, I
kick a hole in a pane and through
the shattered and falling pieces,
my hand releases
my clutching desperate grip on the very edge.
edge
edge...
And sleepdrift-swimming into the eternal chasm of space
smiling in drowsy farewell, my eyes close, and
I dive -- a silvery shimmer of flashing scales --
into leagues of cobalt repose.
-Frank H. Weeden
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Superpain
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Re: Cluster-Crazy Poetry
« Reply #2 on: Mar 31st, 2004, 2:58pm » |
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How the hell did you write anything during a cluster?
Pretty cool. i sit there and think up poetry too, during ha's, but I always forget it because I can't write it down...
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Heh... Most of the time, the writing comes out as a horrible scribble, as if it were written by a dyslexic 5-year old that has drunk a gallon of espresso, but nevertheless...  Often, I'm able to re-visit the agony of the headaches even when I'm not having one. The second poem was written during a pain free time, but the first one was practically carved into a pad of paper because I had pressed so hard on the pen... Ugh... 
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Melissa
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Thank you for sharing your poetry! I too, have a couple of them. They arn't as long as yours though, but if you want to read them, they're at this link: http://www.geocities.com/melissafiltz/MFpoetry.html
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Re: Cluster-Crazy Poetry
« Reply #5 on: Mar 31st, 2004, 5:40pm » |
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Melissa , Outstanding, girl, you sure captured it in the last two!!! Nice page, with the link to CH.com and all. Thanx karen
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tell me...did the wind sweep you off a' your feet...
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Melissa
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Thanks Karen! I would put the link to OUCH on there, but that site is so old I forgot my username AND password so I can't update it! LOL!
oh well....
Nevermind! I remembered it!! Yippee!! 
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| « Last Edit: Mar 31st, 2004, 6:02pm by Melissa » |
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Re: Cluster-Crazy Poetry
« Reply #7 on: Mar 31st, 2004, 7:18pm » |
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Whoa! Melissa, Frank, outstanding! great stuff.
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There is no such thing as a dirty word. Nor is there a word so powerful, that it's going to send the listener to the lake of fire upon hearing it. - FZ
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Jeepgun
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Great stuff, Melissa!
Thanks, everyone... I've got more, but right now, I can't seem to locate it...
Thanks again!
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jonny
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Yo Jeep,
Coming to the convention?
.................................jonny
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Jeepgun
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[quote author=jonny
Coming to the convention?
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Yep. If I can swing it, I'll be there.
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