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Spitting jagged energy
while dancing on a thorn’s edge…
Pirouetting in a brutal conceptualized death…
Metal meets flesh
in a hybrid of humanity
both twisted and perfect…
And the shadows laugh greedily…
while their titanium blood
Drips down in a cascade…
pulsing and fusing …
becoming sugary sweet…
and dripping down the throats
of the flowers…
Who were blooming nearby…
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David L. Whitman 1/07/2013 twisted metal days…
really dark..would the flowers shrink upon tasting that or bloom even more in an unnatural way..
I’m thinking a new, different bloom. No limitations at all… Thank you, Padmini!
holy snaps! where did all this come from? This is a damn! good poem. “Flarf meets Avant-garde”. I love this one a lot.
Did something inspired you? It brings together something that’s non-conceptual but going against the traditional conceptualism.
Sure, I read your poem, had been doing a little body horror study, and had already considered this photo for something different. Anyway, I’m really glad you liked it!
Most definitely did liked this a lot.
Have you thought of experimenting Flarf with other genres in the mix? I think anything is possible if it is possible to piss in the status of liberty.
I may….I’m just so glad to be able to see such creativity like your work exemplified…And…no doubt anything is possible
Exactly. You are right on track my friend.
Any is possible.
Thank you!
You are so welcome..I’m looking forward to read more of your work.
Woow this one is so different vivid imagination. I see metal flowers blooming. Roses covered with rain drops shining and bursting in velvet steel in gray landscape.
Yes. Anything can be and anything is possible
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I know.
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Only the universe is the limit
Exactly.
. And sometimes not even that
Wow titanium blood! Strong stuff!!
very strong…more than motor oil! lol…thank you alex