My bat-like psyche hangs inverted
From the bough of a restive elm
The stars are my familiars
They anoint and endow me
A shaman poet
I drink of ink and ether equally
*
My eyes are composed of dark matter
They remain poised beneath felt lashes
Dare me and I’ll unmake the world
*
I surrender savage and Mesozoic
To instincts and intuitions
Bone dragons nest inside my entrails
Lungs articulating fire, spleen an oil well
My language is unpalatable
Toxic when combined
With the nectar of a foreign tongue
*
I know the dusk, I have borne her
My vestal daughter courting
Elysian nocturnes, her coronet
Is lined with violets and chrysoprases
She adjusts her moods to my psychophoria
She understands me
But would never knowingly
Become me
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My first attempt at a Jabberwocky I was inspired by the posts below =) I was insanely busy on Sunday (my daughter starts kindergarten today!) so I had to write this on the tram on the way to the shopping center to get school supplies lol Psychophoria is one of my favorite words but it’s not a word exactly because I made it up (it is derived from psychosis and euphoria so happy madness)
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