Mouth Feel (Read Aloud)

Crinkle cut carbuncle nectar drops;
trapping, in sapping amber,
an echo collated to completion.

Words dripped down around
distinct intersecting steeples;
cascading scales of crackling cackles could
wonder and wither away.

Carmine curiosities squeeze in
tandem toward narrow awnings; yearning
after some semblance of reality.

Blithe, babbling
tulips rustled up simply
for the sake of
sound and feel.

by Erik Shinker

Cumulonimbus Draconis

As a child I looked skyward
and saw the
dragons dancing in their
frightful fury.
Majestic, marble monstrosities
among the inverted sea
flashing in opalescent splendor

Such visions revealed the
magic in the world;
the Shape, and the
possibility.

The dragons are still there and
I see their silhouettes
(for a few seconds)
aged, emaciated mists
fading into a forgotten fog.

The memories mislaid remain,
familiar paths laid and trodden
But the visions belong to
the new generation;
the wyrms are theirs to tame.

by Erik Shinker

Phonetics

Sownd ih towt, won sillabull attay tym
Led durs leeding tool urning and comprehenshun
Fynd tha rithum, meening, nd rime
deestroyeeng awl fee rand apprehenshun

Tayk ay mowment, dew nawt rush
Tew dew sow wood ownlee end in payn
Embare-assmint dew tew ay dezire tew push
Lewsing tha thred and rime awl tha saym.

One step forward, and tew stehps bak
Slolee sea ying the patturn and trend
Tha werds now start to may-cup for the lack
And now the poem comes to annend.

by Erik Shinker