jellyfish jargon

i have writer’s block.

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i read, somewhere, that there are many ways to overcome this curse.

i thought “oh… what the hell – things can’t get any worse, can they?“.

so i played a little game – some “word disassociation” – with my lover.

here is the result of our experiment – our “mind meld”.

 

                                      wishbone,                   elbow
                                      and plastic cannon
limp leg
                                      and jellyfish jargon

blade system, warm broth
                                      damp disaster and
soft sponge

                                      swamp surf
and temper ripped
                                                                            telephone tampon
a signal pip

                                     yellow dog and decaying sun
                                     rattling flowers and
                                                                                                                flavoured gun.
                                    keys collected
on a pretend horse;
                                    a cannon ball
                                    with turtle force

                                                                    pristine hands
                                                                    and permanent grin
                                                                                                              apricot eyes and
                                                                                                              lavendar gin

howl, pull,
                 push harder
                 a crossbow found
in Cupid’s larder

                                                                        wishful thinking
                                                                        with lemon aid
                                                                                                                         splice,                     splinter
                                fizzle, fade

tiny mind
                  little bitch
lonely existence
thou shalt not suffer a witch
                                                                       broken glass
                                                                       and pineapple powder
sleep asylum and
                               tulip chowder

                               mask trap and
fuck face
                                                                       vile greed
                                                                       and petal safe

dog, cat and watermelon
                                               thunder boom – put that dress on
                                                                                                            a clever kiss
                                                                                                            in blind rage
a fist full of piss and desert sage

                                              stinking dust
                                              good luck chain
fortune cookie and
                           lust                     for rain

                                                      ritual blood
                                                                             earth quake
                                                                                                   teeth chatter
                            vanilla shake
in forest dark
we travel light
                          turn
jump
                                                                                                   petrol high

                                              denim serpent
purple cloak
                                              opium stab
                                              at ticking clock
                                                                                                   listen to jazz
                                                                                                   hand on cock

                       cowboys
                                      and lions
lipstick smear
                                      red, dead
and drawing near

clip
cut
                                    pussy pie
                  dull twist
shudder
sigh…
                                                    my lone piano
                                                    in temple building
                 mud paste
                                                   for sandwich filling

                                    dragon light
                                    and ocean fire
                                                                                        forest song
                                                                unholy choir

                                   drowning thoughts
                                                               and downing bourbon
                                                                                                              blue balloons
                                                                                                              for a nervous breakdown

lick
         lips
         waterfall
                         of space perfume in empty hall

my empty pen
my broken sword
                                sacrifice the umbilical cord
                                                                                 of my wild imagination

 

Image & Words (c) Kat McDonald

June 2019

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