brain drain motherfucking death day raining rainstorm clawing at the windowpane
love parade of sorrow sing subtle songs to underdeveloped countries and rage rage hard
rage harder than the man on the soap box stand with his raincoat in a tizzy
dizzy dizzy dizzy dizzy gillespie you’ve got the best of me turning turntables radiating your perfume through the department store
and hallelujah my little china set you just keep on smashing
smashing the walls of reality tearing down the carpet on the ceiling and i’m fighting the dragons of pain and they’re crawling up my spinal fluid leaked onto the floor of the house of god
we keep on rolling the boulder through the floundering death
death death death
it’s minute differences between bus route and caucasian vacation through undercooked onions and overdeveloped countries
can’t we come to an armistice to present a more enlightened sense of dance music
we love to dance we prance about in our sunday underwear on wednesday and we take claim of our quick melting ice cream bowl
it’s pacing circles wondering where the earth ends and the love in your eyes begins
can you feel that there’s nothing two feel and my brain is not divided is in contrast in beautiful union with this chaos it rampages it rampages it rampages king kong on the tallest most capitalistic building i can find
smashing through windows burning down floor after floor after floor after floor
moonshine moonshine shine deeply into the hollow parts of my ancient marionette figure and we’re all falling down london bridge in the middle east and can we find the seance we crave
where is the seance the fairy tale the warm beautiful lover who only knows how to say nice things
schizophrenic maybe schizophasic definitely
but tossed between the madness is truth
tossed between the madness is truth
ping pong of the mind ding dong ditch
i present to you the idea that no is crazy and that lost lost lost in the sound of something different there is a cactus rose that grows that will provide the water you thirst for the most
COPYRIGHT BRICE MAIURRO 2013
this is really freaking cool. you have rhythm amongst all the chaos. a clear success of a poem.
Thank you. I’ve been reading about schizophrenia and learned about schizophrasia, a symptom where people with schizophrenia sometimes talk through disconnected thoughts. It’s also known as word salad and I thought it would be a cool idea to play with.
this was amazing for me to read. i also have a poem i wrote caled word salad but i doubt its this cool. By the way, persons with bipolar disorder also have the symptom of word salad, itsalso known as flight of speech.
This is a beautifully hectic piece.
holy shit man, that’s freaking cool!!!
I like this so much. It would be great for a study on Spoken Word. I may be asking you for permission, soon.
I really really Ike this piece.
What kind of study?!
As in, doing it. Or attempting to do it.
I read the poem in my head and it sounded like perfect chaos.
I loved it.
Oh! You’re more than welcome to!
Clarity be damned… Excellent.
Thanks, Trent
also, i must say that you nailed the confusion which accompanys the symptom very well.i personally have bipolar disorder but have also met persons with schziophrenia and schzo-affective disorder. It can really create alot of personal turmoil. i think you poem also captured that feeling as well. very nicely done.
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