Entering Threshold

Welcome to the carcass house!
Floorboard mites, atrophy
Grey stone anatomy
With no need wiping fungal dung
Keep those cowboy boots buckled on
After dismounting your precious steed

This pane lest window blights shrieking
Pulling back, Trigger. Whoa!
Reign flimsy strings, mummified
When denial runs, inlet banks
Surge inner coursing
Fractals, geometric extant
Pointed toward the sky
Oblique, ziggurats
Monoliths, Argonauts
Not given up for life
It’s all that left when
Deconstructing lies

Pox upon this desolate prairie
Crop circle sightings of Virgin Mary
When minutes slough
Invective canaries
Dropping perched
Martyr failing

Sweet cat refugee
Bitter swallows
Walls weather-eaten
Restive hollow
Face stuffed with headcheese
Bloody rat feet
In time for Eliot, E.T.
Gremlins seething midnight feedings
Yellow oozing, leaven yeast
Juju beads that broke crowned teeth

Switchback too
Infected puss
Dull orange gritty rust
Fill ups, screws
Marking decay
For sighting backcrapward
Bleaching drunk
Sentry stains

Weakening carbon-based, nuclear cores
Interpolating Laura Ingalls Wilder
Cries “Aye me” to Prince Albert
Banks swelling upstream salmon
Eyeballs chocolate chip sized
Their spine combs coughed up
Hair balls among prancing Kodiak high fives
Chestbumping manboobs
Spawn from impotent steroids
Grand jury’s questions so appealing
Faux “twilight kingdom”
Ruled by ARod and Cameron Diaz
Some popcorn with your P.C. virus?
While hungry humans shout from rooftops
Won’t you please feed us!
As stocks and brokers jump

Replete, removed
Goosed mien, head shot, dead rot
Bulleye’s struck by rocketed snot
Roger Samuel Clemens, Shania Mark Twain
Wind swaying stalks, curling bark
Beavers crack chestnuts
Balks bucktooth central anteriors
Masticate ligaments, sinews
Drain shunt
Not Lake Superior
A rabid coyote drools
Chewing on a baseball
Have you seen it
Deer?

Much matter does not feel
Hunting venison beer drunk
Redneck chaw spit, upchuck
Back against crumbling pores
Survilalist grunts
Elk tracks in mud
Fossilized for saving dates
Cross-dissecting ring marks
Shouts of Timber!
Wane cherry ember
For a scrap book
One never remembers
Maimonides steril scapple
Love declared, healing care
Word born mass graves
Fuel our sad lives
Entering threshold frames

 

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*The following poem is my response to the One Stop Poetry Sunday Picture Prompt Challenge. This amazing prompt was shot by photographer Sean McCormick.

Part Two of the Seam McCormick interview is featured today on One Shoot Photography Sunday.

29 Responses to “Entering Threshold”

  1. […] This post was mentioned on Twitter by George Pappas and Adam Dustus, Sean Vessey. Sean Vessey said: RT @Dustus: Entering Threshold http://wp.me/pnd9L-27O […]

  2. This is deep, I can see your emotions of thought spilling out as you write this, nice one friend

  3. Deep painful thresholds lie in wait… growing with dung. Well done.

  4. whoa !! how did you come up with such a picture to be painted over the original prompt … brilliant

  5. I’m amazed at where this picture led your imagination.
    These are such great lines among many:

    Not given up for life
    It’s all that left when
    Deconstructing lies…

  6. Dynamic! Like a torrent of literary minds and raw adventurers and those who need acting in their lives! All falling in some mesmerising heap leaving a mass grave at some threshold! This rattled me in an exhilerating way!

  7. Ingredients and laced with familiar names and disparate reality. Cinema anyone? I’ll get the popcorn! Joking aside, wonderful wordplay once more I’ll take a listen later x

  8. this picked me up and took me on a roller coaster ride. LOVE it! Brilliant, Adam.

  9. Jesus, you forgot the four horsemen or was it the curdled milk you dunked your donut in? My hands are shaking. Maria, get my gun. We’ll ambush the robins before they get here.

    Wow, the imagery left me breathless. I feel like I just got mugged.

    This poem can’t be dissected. It’s like a hammer blow. It can only be measured by its full, whole, and uninterrupted impact.

  10. dang adam this is epic emotional writing…power write…frickin awesome imagery…

  11. Riveting, those connections between pic and poem. Quite the ride, this Sunday morning.

  12. my goodness adam – what did they give you to drink…? i would’ve loved to hear you read this…frickin’ awesome…yes

  13. Such a interesting emotional response to the visual prompt…I too would have liked to hear you read it.

  14. “Shania Mark Twain.” That is too awesome.

  15. uhhh…wow ?…your read felt like a tub of time was just drained, a stream turned torrential flood…proof that we never know when the plug is pulled, what will drain…a meaningful lightning bolt of words

    I said much less

    Peace, hp

  16. Gosh… you get such incredible imagery from that image! Amusing and very clever… great piece of writing.

  17. Everything about this poem is pleasurable, intense, accurate, interesting, capturing. From the literary referrences to the accoustic implementations, through the clever comic breaks, carefully masked (greys anatomy) all the way to the metaphoric ending -‘Fuel our sad lives Entering threshold frames’ , this poem wins. Delivers. Ingites. Lovely work. Cheers Adam and thanks for sharing.

    P.S I loved the juju bead reference , I collect Buddhist Mala and prayer beads🙂

    Costis Demos

  18. Whew! Dustus. I’m gasping, grasping for words, and have none, other than Wow!

    Elizabeth

  19. Oh my, scares one off from the threshold..well written

  20. Wow. Just wow. Wonderfully done. Wonderful use of words. Images vibrant. Amazing job!

  21. One of your very best I’ve read, adam. So many out of the ballpark lines and images here–that little bit about the “spine combs “of the salmon being coughed up like hairballs for tourist pics is just perfect, among many other very intricate plays in this (“…Roger Samuel Clemens, Shania Mark Twain…”) The door falling off this crumbling house apparently opened a floodgate for you, and the result is just amazing to read.

    “Much matter does not feel,” indeed.

  22. Who would have thought that ‘entering threshold frames’ of one little picture surrounded by some stones would have churned out so many different thoughts and viewpoints. What a wild mind you have, but enjoyable to read.

  23. One thing is for sure: your words are never boring! I love the myriad of directions you took with this.

  24. randallweiss Says:

    Your imagery really brings out the dark mood. Well done.

  25. Oh my my!! This is the ultimate definite definition of dark!!
    The interplay of your words here conjured up a myriad images of tension, bitterness and faithless wonder!

    An amazing piece, Adam! This is what they mean when they say ‘looks can be deceptive’… who would have thought of this darkness for such a sunny picture! BRILLIANT!

  26. The flow of popular culture just pours through that threshold, and something else, too. Emotion. Disappointment. Even a sense of betrayal. This one is many-layered, Adam. Well done.

  27. I really like the fast flow …and the combining of imageries created a blur of emotions for me (Shania Mark Twain, that’s funny)

  28. Fast-paced like shooting the rapids with images that make of this ‘our life’ and then a slowing down, a crescendo of disappiontments and betrayals…and you handled all that skilfully, the mark of your craft. Thank you for sharing it, Adam!

  29. Bustling with striking images; solid flow.

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