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allan Senior Member
since 2000-04-09
Posts 620On the road 
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bright roaring warts like star licks on ice dreamed in lime ocean damn that brat tv no ariel diamonds come a cogitation on crap it's a suck sink devils fish tank warped hieroglyph framed in an ant's eye saffron tarts are ready cooking in the fir kitchen ready for her genius sitting in tarry black flakes part of my heart is gone i feel it concrete instead of gold blooded here in the flesh kiss the light years goodbye bite the stardust here we are all together bite the blackened leather of a crystal cockpit i miss your futility know that feeling? sunk below the even mist hanging in the valley before dawn blossoms of slime erupt your mechanical thoughts feel the heat from her brainy daughter that's not a fusion beyond comprehension buttercups instead of brains anyway inside translucent fog bites me i only came to walk the dog in your ash-cold forest the dew sparkles through the dark rainbow cupid wait i'm here and following i smell the rusty plume from your velvet cape of dawn the thunderstorm trails her lace of ozone stiff flags on the mountain aching for a rainy wind i see grey crags and scarlet poppies revelation and confusion rattle in a tin cup spread out like an eagles eye wrapped in fortunate tentacles build an oxygene mantle no time to cook the roses the fire will melt that thought of gone cold bone giant trees of ashes gondalas of flame don't wake me take me to the valley grass spread me like an eagle to the ground create life with sound open to a flies ear dying here and reborn to some new ocean lamentable galaxy of wheel dreams i feel the texture of smoke boiling like white soup drawn through an Ibis eye in your life's time eat of intelligence before you swallow the weakest link and dig deep for work's death bramble pie steams on the window ledge hot milky custard drips down far from any cow barroom cinema crawler drink till your eyes fill with visions of innocence sparkling midnight it's all yours this shiny hour eat the stars nightgirl weaves her lips round a memory of woolen dolls whisks the thought of a love like pastry on christmas eve conundrum of bliss in far-out galaxies of night flung streams whisper fleeced a note both real but broken shiny space will always win seen from a hot walk looking down at the dust see the eyes looking back this is serious dreaming a lonely plant sucks rain blown away by a hairy flash of night late under blankets crackling like wolves dancing endless jewelry green musk smelling powders groan silk so soft on the skin black satin nightshade returns like a dream within a dream auriole glimpse speckled not like a frog flossed but vengeful see it sparkle in tedious gauze remembering a dream within a dream always seen or down the other road you didn't take that morning when the pines waved and the yellow cotton fields waved at you hold that thought by the mountains they're grey enough and old enough to know [This message has been edited by allan (edited 06-21-2001).] |
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Joyce Johnson
since 2001-03-10
Posts 9912Washington State |
Golly Allan, you lost me in this poem. I like the sound of it and I guess it is not important if I don't quite get it. Joyce |
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FoxXena Member
since 2001-06-13
Posts 141where dragons play, children run free and foxes are never hunted |
Okay...you lost me for a bit... *+*Would you be known by everybody? Then you know nobody.~ |
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allan Senior Member
since 2000-04-09
Posts 620On the road |
Sorry people (c; it WAS a bit of a random experiment! Another of my intermitent exercises in disposing of my logical mind! There was an album by a band called talking Heads once called "Stop Making Sense" - the idea is along those lines... (That's MY excuse anyway...!) (c;  |
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rich-pa Member
since 2000-02-07
Posts 317New Orleans, Louisiana |
i commend you on your effort on losing all sense, it was quite a success...which is why i love this poem! i'll have all kinds of fun trying to figure it out...and so what if what i defer is not what was meant, right? a poems true strenght, i believe, is in it's meaning to the reader....thanks, i dug it. "freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose..." -janis joplin |
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