[ACTIVATE SELF]

Originally Posted by big baby

i was obsessed. no- a feeling remorse and nostalgia
stretches of gold over algae. prairie turf interwoven to coast
bezeled beach. denizen dosage. felt closer to home
juniper fire, i never understood why i’d cry when alone
something about …

Something about this conjures imagery of a white beachhouse located on the Eastern seaboard, with tall wheat colored grass, that extends to nearly the cusp of the shoreline. Also, "bezeled beach", that was dope.

fingertip tingle. hands nestled over a looming horizon

I'm not sure if this was your intention, but I interpreted this line as being a metaphorical way of you saying you warmed your hands over an open fire. If I'm correct in my assumption than props to you. That was some dope and very creative imagery.

open field just for me, dusks pyre was just another surprise
take you to tango to feel the revolver in your dress
like a fire in duress, in denial of what’s left
crested wheatgrass. nibble on the straw and just think
how irrevocably stunning, in french, how do you say pour me a drink?

Cool transitions. This section was a mixed bag of imagery that straddled the line between the sultry and romantic and the whimsical and dreamy.

verse-moi un verre.
sunsets fill in oblivion, storm in a teacup
now pour me a lion. i want to hear a roar when the steam runs

Dope. It's just language exploited to the fullness of its poetic potential and imaginative imagery that has enough realistic qualities to make the mind mediate on the words. Not sure it has a deeper meaning beyond that, but the artistic expression is great nonetheless.

now stare into silence. tick-tock. just give me a second
moment of quiet. russian roulette, soldiers are dying
we all saw it coming, how do they say it was an issue of days?
of course; a matter of time, discontinue answers left unobtained
delicate heartship, melancholy quenches the hollow
vanguard in the shadow, he only says hello in the shade
yearning acceptance -chicken soup in the thermos
chai seed tai chi. only read a book when it rains

I dig your fragmented imagery. I'm never quite sure what it all is suppose to add up to. Perhaps nothing. To me it reads like a collage of ideas and as a reader I take from it whatever resonates with me individually. There are snapshots of moments that connect on an emotional level that ground the piece, like a string tied to a balloon and held in hand, that keeps the overall verse from becoming to airy and just floating away. A perfect example of that is the last line quoted above.

what is your purpose – he who barely looks in the eye
hello, miss I’m sorry to interrupt you but i’m-
pupil dilation, iris diameter entropy wavelet
psychosomatic belly dive into the stasis
denim delight, dandelion prairie design
chewing on straw, crinkling grime grimacing smile
i return to this place and try to mimic a scene
no return on ideas, we’re stuck living a dream

You're a master of the adjective approach. You're vocabulary combined with your imagination and technical ability makes your work an interesting treat to read and behold. This piece read like a random dream or a flickering book of random scenes. What it all means is anyone's guess. But I dug it. Thanks for sharing. Please rtf if ever you get a chance to. Peace.