cringe, red wolf mixer –
gyroscope duck cuts cup-storm,
fourscorth claims ~ tempests –
khet code-riving supply us
outyielding, unplumbed heart-seas.
Cat chases Dog on
Smile – night laughter simile.
…..’tis like someone’s dancing soul
in a green bottle of joy.
Pour out your negativity on a nihilist’s bed of rusty nails – it is just a tuna fish sandwich of Fate calling from the Defunct Department Store’s Christmas Catalogue, all jam-packed with cantaloupe calliopes & prequels to four cicada cylinders……. haven of a clitellar of well wishing whale harpoons wandering through walls of discontented marginalized memories of marmalade mediocrity to the melody of forty second street ghosts on petulant parade; how like an agony of aunts in angst accoutrements agitating for a cogitating contagion of conjunctions to forgive superlative nations incoronate deleading goodly designated evenings. You have fits of wellington warbles by the window of plenitude, the consolation constellations & marbleized verbiage pour over the eaves of verisimilitude.
As the hippo has wings
for harlequin masques,
The cracker pie is baking
in the overture of your heart –
let the rain go,
let the rain go.
Asemic Tarot Cards 5 & 6
a quasi-temporal non-euclidean interpretation of stasis ventilating
Asemic Tarot 5 – Tectonic plates Aczan-Nacht yzr2ca
super^(ᐱᒃ &% }ᐅᒃ
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
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 ?