The Polarity of Obfuscating Voices

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Ahh..Tuesday.  You all know what that means. Yep, another Open Link Night over at D'Verse.  The ever-talented Natasha is tending bar and mixing drinks tonight.  So head on over, imbibe upon the amazing poetry on display, and while you're there, share one of your own.  Cheers.

For my offering tonight, you kind of need to listen to the recording to get the full gist of the piece.  As the title suggests, there are numerous voices in the poem.  I think I did a decent enough job with the various dialects I used, but I'd like to know, positive or negative, how they came out, especially for those of you in England, Scotland and Wales.  You should hear five in total.  It was a lot of fun putting together, hope you all enjoy. thanks.

Mobility of Martian warlords

and the unlucky marksman

that couldn’t flee

Junked-up edgy bugger

falling away from home—a

polarity of immolation, obfuscates

all those rectangular sensei’s buried within

Echoic in vibration

echoic in tone

with the words

that first forced

sound—from speckled lips the barker spews

Last Call….

                  spinning still

last Call

                  stumbling down

but

         no one

and I mean, the no one I could see

cared enough about astronomy

to hitch their rocketship to me

And so I trip the sidewalk waltz,

thinking of celebrity and the stars

         in thirty-second spans

I am who I know I am

One part mandrake

two petals squared

         sup the milk

but beware

of the poppy dry—clean picked

         hallucinations free to dream

of a day yet appeared

         where imagination becomes

blurred replications of a knowledge plan

where everything we’ve grown to understand

is clear to see, the darkness drifting from the day

        

Until those hours of conduction fashion such a stance

ennui fills the chalice high

         of the martyrs and the saints

the masses and the clans

                  of all those ever dreaming as drive

 to dream out loud, to exclaim

         for discovery and not for surprise

and to do so

without

the ogling eye

         of an effigy

who once

was determined

a man

So

until

such a day

breathes my air

I will walk, as best I can,

         with granite ankles

                  making concrete steps

                           across a universe made of sand


Also, proud to share with all the brave poets participating at Wednesday Open Mic with JohnnyK at The River.