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Obsidian Eagle's

Blasphemous Bazaar


META-Poems For A New Millennium

<br>META-Poems For A New Millennium<br><br>

The Flagship of Anti-Poetry — est. 2010





Highest Uncommon Numerator

Highest Uncommon Numerator



You may be a divider

But hither comes the indivisible...

Their pop cult's painfully obvious

[ True occult is near invisible ]

Mainstream tropes are tired and through

Whereas these here types are off the charts!

You can have the world's dough;

Some would prefer to keep their smarts.

Vacuous—vainglorious

That's what the kids would rather be

Though neither boisterous nor notorious

Works too well with royal we.

For the full scope which we profess

Warrants writing out a Wiki™.

One can do lots more with less

Yet such simplicity turns tricky.

Dwarf, elf, vampire, werewolf or zombie?

Fictional fodder from the same family tree!

Hollywood hokum lies not deep at their core.

While the learned among us find it all quite a bore

*zzz*

Interstate Studs

Interstate Studs



Three of us there, in our early twenties, during the late nineties. Standing outside the roadhouse restaurant, shooting the shit by the doorway. Tanned and tired from our long weekend in the woods.

Then that good looking girl came; a stranger in our midst. And she says: "Hi!"

We three respond as one: "Well hello."

She smiles radiantly before going inside.

"Do you know her?" Michael asks.

"No," Rami replies.

"Oh. Guess we're just a bunch of interstate studs then," Michael muses.

We break out in loud laughter!

This is all the heaven anyone ought to need...

The Preliminary Promise (w/ Podcast)

The Preliminary Promise


Green, green

All is green.

Welcome to the garden.

Welcome to the scene.

Come and hear us listen.

Come watch us and be seen.

Green, green

Oh all is green!


We are the agents of transition;

The bards of yesterday.

We are like soldiers on a mission

And we must have our say.

We've come to play the music

Of the sleeping instruments.

We've come to tell the tales

And sing the songs of your laments.

[Chorus Repeats]

We are the youthful avatars

Waiting in the wings.

No matter what you think or believe

You will live to see these things (x2)

'cause...

[Chorus & Outro]


Hear It Performed by the Writer:

Thirsty Thyrsus

Thirsty Thyrsus



Hey ἙPMH∑ [Hermes]!

Drop the caduceus

Pick up brother Bacchus

Bartender please beer us

It's time to get raucous

Err day 365 we invite:

ABPAΞA∑ [Abraxas]

&

MEIΘPA∑ [Mithras]

Comboozelated cathexis

From dawn 'til the sun sets

Rocking riffs off rad axes

None on par with our tactics

Death is sure as are taxes

Drain thy goblet and flex thus:

Assemble attention at solar plexus

Dionysian Will to Apollonian Nexus!


Hear It Read Aloud by the Author:

Smorgasbord of Slogans

Smorgasbord of Slogans

According to the 'pro-filers'

You're either this, or a that

Nervous *tic*

Trifling gnat

Whose twitchy feelers

Appeal only to deaf ears

ADHD of sketchy dealers

Here's a tit for your tat

Feather tip for top hat:

~ Flow with ALL and adapt ~

Avoid any word-defilers;

Those sophistical Mephistos

Whom the philistine adores

Out of sorts behind closed doors

Many Hamlets | Few Horatios

Add missing line for compilers

Mix eye of newt with wing of bat

Freestyle skit becomes scat

Caught your tongue now kitty cat!


Bounce Back Rate

Bounce Back Rate


Leaving so soon?

But you only just got here!

C'mon now, give us a chance

To show off our fancy frills...

If you don't stick around

You may never discover

Mind-boggling paradoxes

And tongue-twisting thrills with

Turns of pedantic phraseology

Here comes a prime example:

70% of those who came before

Backed out daunted by doubts

But you're not like them are you?

Stick around until the deed is done

Good things wait for those who come.

That may seem like a fine place to stop

Though isn't it great when a song dies down

Then suddenly resurges for a final STOMP?!

You might not know it but Poetry knows you

You'll probably miss us as we bid thee adieu

"Bounce back boo — nothing else left to do!"

Bounce Back Rate Is Bad
Come on back soon, ya heard?

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