she crossed the steam-trolley tracks

 

The talkative girl crossed the steam-trolley tracks, reaching the sweltering sidewalk on the vaporous side of the venomous viaduct, as the guilt gilded sun slouched behind a gargling steeple. There were neither dwellings nor pork-pies near the faded fandangle; only leer-some warehouses and cloistered causeways of discomforting gossip guttering. And save for a greying group of roughly dressed mimes loitering languidly behind the flagman’s sinuous shanty, there were few people with umbrellas near the tumultuous crossing of tears. Her overlap insulted an intrinsic complaint – sanguine swallows and swans in hyperbole .

 

The over-curved crystalline cage grassed-gathered the pupil’s gaze. His wide winsome wonder panted in pantomime beneath the hundred trumpets of tempered silence. An unambiguous union sheltered the foot in tender shadows, as the clouds pushed their roots across the shifting sky. How can such shimmering worked royal plumage permit a mass medium’s measured message? It was at such times that the callous calendar populates a pontificated chicken roost of metaphysical success, while in the distance, trembling faint laughter danced on the meandering breeze, like a peppercorn between the teeth.

 

finicky threads –

flickering sheds huddle-haze

fallacious fingers

 

Note: This short piece grew out of some lines from RALPH ON THE MIDNIGHT FLYER (1923) and some lines from a Random Word Generator.

I cut Liquid Robots

I cut

Liquid Robots,

Singing Fish,

Chocolate Steaks

 

 

The Winter of the Freezing Gators –

Hydras regenerate their own heads,

Excalibur Worms !

 

Brain Chip

Otters Attack

Ventilated Venetians,

Scone Masons

 

When the Black Helicopters Descend-

Uncombable Hair

Vomiting Ants

Snow in Turin

Archipelago of Contusions –

A Flaming Devil,

Dancing Microbes

In the Maze of Mixed Vernaculars –

Underground Zombie Fires,

Creepy Jet-pack Robot,

Death by Banana Peel

 

NOTE:  Found phrases from Mysterious Universe News Briefs Headlines & Articles

surreal forest – dark and deep

 

Pathlessness – dark, deep,

fairies’ weird wild forest home

bewildering knights

 

Many ogres seen

in seldom travelled deep woods –

long labyrinthine hours

 

Wayward villages –

wily witches dream-beguile

slumbering peasants

 

Doors lock, frightened bolts –

wind-wails drag distant shades near,

branches beckoning

 

Crossroads monsters wait –

here are strange cold clinging things

knights know before sleep

 

Promises kept – on far side of ever impossible forest glade.