Extrapolate

Posted on March 25, 2013 by Johnny Crabcakes




I chew with my brains.
I eat with my eyes and ears.
I shit with my mouth.

Values vary invariably
between us in the
unobserved interval,
an interval forever unobservable.
Our projects extend, expand
and arrive as conjectural junctions
in unknown areas,
constructing images out of us and
construing the air out of our lungs.

I expectorate through 
and despite my skin,
my closest next of kin
and home for all my bones.

26 thoughts on “Extrapolate”

I so did love this JCC – I can’t give an intelligible reason as to why..I simply did.

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johnnycrabcakes on March 25, 2013 at 23:31 said:

To be honest Mums, this one’s not even fully intelligible to me…

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- ramblingsfromamum on March 27, 2013 at 06:18 said:
  
  well that makes 2 of us then …phew 😉
  
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“I chew with my brains.
I eat with my eyes and ears.
I shit with my mouth.” = My definition of Word Vomit

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johnnycrabcakes on March 26, 2013 at 10:18 said:

Yep…only I can’t seem to word-vomit without word-vomiting about word-vomit…

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- Shackled and Crowned on March 26, 2013 at 10:21 said:
  
  Now you see my problem?
  
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Reminds me of a rubber band remembering its elasticity and forgetting what its holding ….

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johnnycrabcakes on March 26, 2013 at 10:23 said:

Love that, Light. I think that’s what I’m trying to do….
Thanks for that!

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Johnny, this is brilliant. Each image builds on the other and I am left reeling in delight. It starts with that shitting with your mouth and ends with that lovely home for your bones. I for one am glad your bone-home shares my language, so I can revel in your poetry.

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johnnycrabcakes on March 26, 2013 at 10:25 said:

Thanks Susan. This is one of those layers of the onion that I’m figuring out after the writing is done…

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- Susan L Daniels on March 26, 2013 at 10:26 said:
  
  Know what? I felt that. Completely.
  
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Reblogged this on Susan Daniels Poetry and commented:
I have to share this with you all. Another brilliant poem from Johnny.

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johnnycrabcakes on March 26, 2013 at 10:26 said:

Thank you Susan….I’m blushing…

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- Susan L Daniels on March 26, 2013 at 10:29 said:
  
  Good! Blush and bow at the same time, you zen master of poetry.
  
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  - johnnycrabcakes on March 26, 2013 at 10:34 said:
    
    *bow*
    *wink*
    
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Our skin as closest next of kin, perfect.

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johnnycrabcakes on March 27, 2013 at 23:35 said:

Thank you!

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JCC,This is an inexorable word channel that pulls from the beginning to the end. I like the skin as next of kin and home to bones. We are inside sacks made of skin. Alice

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johnnycrabcakes on March 27, 2013 at 23:39 said:

Oooh, you used “inexorable”….one of my favorites!
…from one skin-bag to another…inevitable inexactitude…

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- Alice Keys on March 28, 2013 at 17:28 said:
  
  I love these words. What fun.
  
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