Chaos Reflux (poem) by Keith Rowley on AuthorsDen

Chaos Reflux
by Keith Rowley → (All Poetry by Keith Rowley)
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What this is, I do not know – my mind chatters under license...read forwards and then back...see the point...? If you do, please let me know; I feel like the mouthpiece of chaos.
Come! Drink at my well Eat not of sweet sounds that ring from the bell Go! Now do my will The changes fast wrought in your mind I instill Confusion's writ large on the tomb of your life Indelible urges to pain and to strife So stab at your heart and murder your wife My jollity speaks through the blade of your knife Your belly’s gone sour Go! This is the hour Your breath kills my smoke The smoldering lust of your loins is god’s joke My words ring a jingle of sounds in your head You’ll never see clearly because you are dead Tumultuous garbage, the father of deeds Your hair and your beard are green fungal weeds Away with your joy and your offer of life I’ll laze in my garage and f*** your dead wife These words are my joke on the seat of your mind My brain is a razor, the cuts are unkind Undone! Undone is all hope of coherence The Lord of Dispersion has written this page Your wavefront’s a pattern of quantum interference Scattered through time but never of age

Reviewed by A Serviceable Villain

Reviewed on December 1, 2008

Keith,

Fascinating title and the write is par excellent!!

Best regards,

Lance

Reviewed by Axilea MU

Reviewed on December 14, 2007

Somehow your rhymes make this piece sound like a "joke".
What I mean is: it's really well written, it is dark and disturbing in content, but there is also this side of you that doesn't take it too seriously.
You can give morbid, concrete details, then question the reality of (their) existence. At least, this is how I "receive" this piece.

Axilea

Reviewed by Tyriel Blackhand

Truly an intresting work, dark and intoxicating in its beauty and tone. A masterpiece of poetry

Reviewed by A PAX

Reviewed on December 8, 2007

Ohhh slick style, very dark, teasing and intrusive........disturbing, sounds like a demon possessed mind........
almost sounds like that song
I am evil

makes me think of the theatre........
applaluse
pax A

Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart

Reviewed on December 5, 2007

Frankly I think this is brilliant. The very essence of a mind and heart being pursued by confusion and dark despair and yet still running away. This is some heavy stuff and penned so masterfully. Any one who has been in such a dark place will understand.

Reviewed by Kate Burnside

Reviewed on December 2, 2007

Some sort of intellectual and philosphical acid reflux singeing the synapses in the brain, but makes total and coherent sense to me, Keith. In fact, it is a cool, collected and very lucid account of what you are grappling with, it seems to me. The strict form and metre hold it together; the tone, register and diction are all consistent. Nope, no confusion of writing here. And a cleverly conceived and executed picture of that evil Slow Burn... Makes me feel spit-roasted! :)) Kate xx

Reviewed by Charles Keller

Reviewed on December 1, 2007

Interesting write, Keith. If they don't understand it, it's just because they're jealous the voices aren't talking to them....