Recently I experimented with some un-filtered stream-of-conciousness type poetry late at night when I was half-conscious. The result was a predictably indecipherable mess, but with quite a few phrases that I actually liked. Whether their meanings are subconcious or metaphorical or irrelevant I do not know. Anyway, I cut a whole lot out and reshaped it into this poem:
'The Midnight Ferry'
In a green haze
of nonchalant musk
they hailed the midnight ferry
neon dancing in dusk
Fox-tailed endomorphs
left for the sun
while in riverbeds three
the dream whittlers spun
Never together
Never alone
These bickering spectres
forever were thrown
Tell me what you think. I think it bears some resemblance to the lyrical stylings of The Mars Volta, but it's also very British sounding.
This is the original stream-of-conciousness hyperbole I came up with:
In a green haze lightbulb flashes like clockwork and dust, melting the midnight ferry, neon dancing in the dusk, meeting the fallen sun. Ominous figures enticing childish obsessions, fancying merry half-dreams, bickering in the coat glow of former friend. Of fox-tailed endomorphs residual glaze, I meet the carpenter in stone halls and riverbeds. Never forwards never alone, legs heavy and eyes like ice, I mould you into a stifling bow. Leak onto the welcoming plate, my sure footed foe, my all dreaming spectre. Know it.
17 Nov 2009, 3:32 am
