You play with words and sound like a painter plays with paint.  I think your work would lend itself to slam performance.  It sort of resonates with the beat poet stuff.  I really like it.  Here is one I penned recently.

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Green Dancing Shoes

All hands on deck! All eyes on the horizon!

The ship sails steadfastly on

through ocean blue water

as we, her willing passengers,

unfettered by the bonds and shackles of reason

line the rail looking for whales

but see only plastic and trash.

But down in the bilge where no one looks

I’ve heard of the festering bile

we carry forward

and with quaking hands I dip a jar, to bring up

into the light of day a bottle of this sordid soup

to observe what skitters and shrugs

and scuttles within.

Holding a flashlight in the dim galley,

I lean in close and hear the strains of musicians

playing accordions, snare drums, tubas and a saw

and watch the tiny acrobat

dressed in a white jacket and tights and green slippers

riding proudly

bareback on twin seahorses

around the arena

while the ringmaster lights a hoop of flame

and looks at her expectantly.

Charlie

i loved the rhythm of it.

tkd, you are both!  enjoy the metamorphasis!

As I sit here pondering......................I wake up from a dream............I dreamed I was a butterfly.........................Now that I am awake I ask myself......................am I a man who just dreamed he was a butterfly..................or am I a butterfly dreaming that I am a man ?

You know normally when someone asks me if I want to read something they've written I shy away from it thinking, "oh here we go.  another poor sap about to embaress themselves writing pretensious dribble"  but I really really like this.   I'm glad I read it.  

There's something very profound here.  I love it.