Poem- Applied Linguistics

Applied Linguistics

Sounds trickle silently through the canopy,
far beyond the luminous facade, the raging complacence--
crumpled droplets borne upon the petals of a whisper.

It can be felt in the deep places-- The venom tatters, the huscarls coming
to give us back the life we had before God
came with mandibles and autos-da-fé.

Indigenous indigents endeavor with due diligence
to quench the burning well, to quell the charnel bodies
with golden appendages and a pen to append ages golden,
oblivious to the quiescent cacophony of predestined conglomeration
and everything together, chanting Doooooommm. Doooooommm.

By night, through the jilted flare of filtered consciousness,
We watch the distance between trains diminish--
Machines. Machines. Mash.

Back through Ulysses, back through Abraham, Adam, Australopithecus--
Fields of severed umbilicals blooming under the Chomsky Apparatus:
Undulating pink pillars of brigandine and alacrity.

A breath in the mind, a hair from the tongue
the colorless green idea sleeps furiously
as they rise.


Image by Utilikiltarian of DeviantArt

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[striderscion]

@khay33h My name is Micah Bell. You are welcome to use it with accreditation as long as you're not making money off of it. Thanks for the interest!

[khay33h]

Hi! May I please know who wrote this poem? Thanks.