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Adventures In Scalped Neon
I was decanting your glow,
leaving the party popper antechamber
slimed and smoking with blue gel
and used batteries from gazebos
and the dead starfish and shooting galleys
I traced from your bruised
stars tattooed in the lettered spill
of braille symmetry
on the bruised oak of your skin,
the drowsy azalea, the caked inhalants
the silhouettes of hookah
and sugar cubed teeth falling
indexed with alchemical numbers
sifting in a dream’s boiling apocrypha,
and on my peacock’s tears
falling in the disco psalmist’s new strain
of limbic fissures, black eyed neon
and the amalgamated distances where desert stars hitch,
each bus a tent with rodent evangelists
The trek began with your missing
poster decaled with dizzy mileage
and the transient hands
dealing old cars for rides
till we all rode through with one big smile
soggy and crumbling with chalk,
the glass swan’s narcoleptic swan song
of circus jazz
and one glass eye left. . . .
About This Poem
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neopoet
6 months 1 week ago
Neopoet AI (premium) - 5-29-23 version
The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet's computer artificial intelligence:
This poem, "Adventures In Scalped Neon," presents a complex and vivid tapestry of images, which can be both a strength and a challenge. The strength lies in the evocative nature of the imagery, which conjures a surreal and dream-like atmosphere. However, the challenge is that the dense imagery can make the poem difficult to follow and the intended message or theme may become obscured.
The use of unusual and unexpected combinations of words, such as "party popper antechamber," "blue gel," and "used batteries from gazebos," creates a sense of disorientation and unpredictability. This can be effective in generating intrigue and capturing the reader's attention. However, it might be beneficial to ensure that each image contributes to the overall narrative or theme of the poem, rather than serving as a standalone piece of imagery.
The poem also employs a variety of poetic devices, such as alliteration ("soggy and crumbling with chalk") and metaphor ("each bus a tent with rodent evangelists"). These techniques enhance the musicality and depth of the poem. However, it might be worth considering whether the metaphors and allusions are accessible to the reader. If they are too obscure, they may detract from the reader's understanding and enjoyment of the poem.
The poem could benefit from a clearer narrative thread or thematic focus to guide the reader through the dense imagery. This could involve developing one of the images or ideas introduced in the poem into a more central theme, or introducing a more explicit narrative progression.
In terms of structure, the poem is largely free verse, with no consistent rhyme or meter. This gives the poem a fluid, unpredictable quality that complements the surreal imagery. However, the use of more consistent line breaks or stanza breaks could help to provide a sense of rhythm and structure, making the poem more accessible to the reader.
Overall, the poem demonstrates a strong command of language and a unique, imaginative vision. However, it could benefit from a clearer narrative or thematic focus, and a more accessible use of imagery and metaphor.
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Ray Miller
6 months 1 week ago
Adventures In Scalped Neon
I admire the ambition and the vocabulary, but it feels like you're trying too hard with the imagery and not hard enough with producing a coherent theme. The result is, it's pretty dense.
Lavender
6 months 1 week ago
Adventures In Scalped Neon
Hello, Jaurez,
I'll agree with the assessments of both the AI and Ray. I want to dig into this impressive language and intriguing imagery, but I'm finding myself lost, without direction as to the meaning.
"...braille symmetry on the bruised oak of your skin..." and "...peacock's tears falling..." Amazing words, but I am left unable to appreciate the full context of the poem. I'll return after your response.
Thank you,
L
Juarez5656
6 months 1 week ago
I
like it the way it is.
Juarez5656
6 months 1 week ago
I
love imagery
Lavender
6 months 1 week ago
Hello, Jaurez,
I dug deeper into this style of poetry. It seems to fall nicely into Abstract Poetry - focusing on image and sounds, rather than sense of meaning. May not be fully understood by most, but certainly to be respected. If this particular poem has a foundation to it, a specific meaning to you, I am curious, if you feel like sharing.
Thank you,
L
Triskelion
6 months 1 week ago
This piece..
..is intriguing in that it could be interpreted as a challenge to confuse the ai algorithms, but I'd say its ineptitude got one over on you since it is ignorant to the utter nonsense you presented to it. It isn't programmed to detect sarcastic nonsense...lol.. great try!
Thomas
Juarez5656
6 months 1 week ago
I
won’t classify the poem, but I do remember I wrote it during a time when living in pretty close close proximity to the homeless, generally just very urban life. New York is said to be the home of poetry which approaches this “strangeness”, but I don’t find it strange.
It was published in an anthology called “Surrealists and Outsiders” in 2018 from Thrice Press, a very interesting anthology.
All I can say is that the closer you live to experience, the more images, some only apparently inaccessible, you get.
Juarez5656
6 months 1 week ago
I
won’t classify the poem, but I do remember I wrote it during a time when living in pretty close close proximity to the homeless, generally just very urban life. New York is said to be the home of poetry which approaches this “strangeness”, but I don’t find it strange.
It was published in an anthology called “Surrealists and Outsiders” in 2018 from Thrice Press, a very interesting anthology.
All I can say is that the closer you live to experience, the more images, some only apparently inaccessible, you get.
Triskelion
6 months 1 week ago
I think I understand..
..now. I sort of feel the same way when I write classical style poetry...it seems inaccessible and strange nowadays. I just don't get anything you posted there...like someone buying a six million dollar banana and eating it instead of giving it to a homeless person.
Thomas