Asemic Tarot Cards 5 & 6
a quasi-temporal non-euclidean interpretation of stasis ventilating
Asemic Tarot 5 – Tectonic plates Aczan-Nacht yzr2ca
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lexicographers allowed oddities and archaisms
tessellations triumphant tectonic trembling tagliatelle tailwind-sloth-song tailoring tabular tabor-tabernacle taboo-tactician-phoneme taciturn tainted tabloidish tannin-tankard tangential #mingish~
nonlinear rack –
contrarian clouds crafted,
demonstrate freedom .
Asemic Tarot 6 – Okhotsk Eye Lashormage-Kuril-Kamcatka
There is sex in that land, and one is always aware of it.
Ocular octopus oracle essential eye fundamentally simulacrum simile mandrel elementalishly funicular function fuddles pond puddle fuchsia fillimentarian gash gellitained lowdown lozenge overall orthographical opium fire optimum obsequiesish safari occluded occupant observation
One only boils fogs-
cafe Latino laundry,
composed lyric ghost
stands in the lane eyeing stars,
white dogs sing to clouded moon.
alas Lost Lemuria, that continent at the edge of memory’s ocean – fancies of youth sailing towards adventures unimagined, monsters to be vanquished & knowledge to be earned, tears to be gathered, shadows to be dispersed, yet greenmantle-cloud daisies dance & chant-sing of things lost along the way to certainty – old men pine for what was dropped along the path to independence & weary wisdom’s wandering gaze – see how the maps on these walls are now covered in indecipherable glyphs, the pieces of ideated engraved equations calculating the space between dream & memory, full of implied meaning, echoed in melodious voices rising up from that continent sitting in the depths of those long ago breezes that once brushed a boyish brow – alas Lost Lemuria……
dragon ships flying
towards ancient white mountains,
does the sun’s eye shine there still ?
Leaf, having fallen,
finds place frozen, shaped, holds still –
how like memory,
now melting into remnants
in the light of present day.
Old tarnished baking pan, how many gatherings around the table have you built, before the surface was finally scraped away ?
19qb – Weather Alert: You know it is chilly when Environment Canada starts issuing warnings. ( It was so cold the Brass Monkey drove the Zamboni machine to Belize. )
28Wqb – This is what the cold looks like.
29Wqbb – free your gilded toes,
grow turnips and squash, while sings
silk strings like depth clouds –
it must be jazz ! now stolen –
moments, frozen framed shots.
18qb – forget the wall, go !
hear the laughter in corners ?
look in the mirror,
see the reflection of self,
movement! – saw zilch, smudged glass cracks.
The victim sat rigid in the chair, as the Immaculate Detective approached the crime scene. The heady smell rose from the still warm glue gun at the the victim’s feet; with one look, the Immaculate Detective knew that Sir Sheddly Limpetskew the third had been asphyxiated in his Great Grandfather’s antique chair by The Mad Hobbyist of Blythe.
Stepping on cold clues –
the case cracked wide open now –
winter ice broke pane,
clearly, in snow the truth fled:
shampoo dreams went to his head.
Note: Inspired by Claudia McGill’s two-sentence stories & poetry . I included lots of word-play & a rather intense pun. Music for those who need music – don’t we all ?