Below is my entry to Peter Griffin's Godawful Poetry Fortnight (go to the link above for more information)
There's something odd about this item, aside from being a stunning example of atrocious "poetry". If anyone succeeds in guessing what it is, I'll send them a set of my Women of the World cards. (HINT: it has nothing to do with words/content)
A CONVERSATION IN IDLENESS
A stream of iridescent soap bubbles
Spewing forth from a beer-mug
In a reflected technicolor phantasm
Of reflected light
From the brilliant solar nova
Exploding second by second
Over a writhing reeling splurge
Of corrupt homo sapiens.
Silverfish scintillating feebly,
In cool green waters
Splitting atoms with infinite precision.
A frothing cauldron of boisterous joeys.
A goblet of cynic mouth-wash
A crystalline crucible of death
Filaments of steel floating in a coalfield
Finding no night in shining armour
Flakes of purple snow
Filtering through the leaves of banana trees
Making the bananas freeze simultaneously
into fossilized fruit
A crescendo of dancing cockroaches
Pirouetting in glorious sympathy
to swelling tones
A vale of tears in a a valley of sunshine
Dripping with solid jelly
and crumbs of sandalwood cake.
Frosted heat standing rigidly at attention
Attending the melancholy mustard
Of daily drudgery.
Galaxies of silk worms
Spinning with patient endurance
Reams of time-patterned silk
Clothing ethereal naiads
Worshipped by patent nymphomaniacs,
gasping at ecstatic visions
of pure grotesquities.
Queer musk-rats
Gnawing at decomposed humus
Rotting in the farmer's field.
Frustrating globules of fat
Glinting under a sunlamp
Enriched by infra-red rays
Discharging ultra-violet
And sodium bi-carbonate.
Mausoleums of tomes
Mouldering in vast encampments
Of all-conquering book-worms.
Floating in a bowl of incandescent whipped-cream
Eating a pink banana sitting on a blue strawberry
Looking at the bears fly by
At the velocity of light.
Star gazing on a cloudy night
Daydreaming in the wilderness
Lotus-eating on a wet pancake
Meatballs drenched in spaghetti sauce
Steeped in Marmalade
Castles of excelsior
Floating in the golden sunset
Of yet another day in the life.
-- by Manjula Padmanabhan
