Obsidian Eagle's Blasphemous Bazaar - avant-garde poetics, indie publishing, nom-de-plume

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



Poetry has nowhere left to go
And nothing else to do other than
Transcend itself, which first off
Requires comprehension of oneself.

Lazy be the cells of any bard
Who sells out to the know-it-
alls dwelling in their ivory towers;
Academic shackles bind the mind!

Those ledger heads would have us
Take a street fight indoors
Where orderlies could constrain
The activities of each brain.

Bukowski believed in the RAW.
Nothing wrong with how he saw
Although much needs to be said
About a well done prime rib 'proem'.

An empty stomach grumbles
From forced fast on Fury Road.
Our ornery engine roars and rumbles
Dead do walk, as crow has crowed.

Outgrowth spawning sprawling tendrils~
Innate protoplasmic insight reassembles
Some semblance of emblematic ascendance—
Causing such a consternation, that even holy heaven trembles!

Image: David Cronenberg's Videodrome (1983), starring James Woods.

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