gypsy sands

Post by **revolutionrabbit** » July 4th, 2009, 9:17 pm

these gypsy sands been blowing down days
never seen the other side on the moon
washing in gorges painted layers flash-rains
artist hobo lived right on the edge of Death
valley and the forbidden-zone

garden of traders junk and alien sculpture
whispering in the breeze that shines the cats-eyes
marbles put in the heads of snaking cactus branches
reaching for the Egyptian skies that passed here long
eons through baths of star-showers that use to
signal from the crags of outer space,

now the thirsty stories written in the gypsy sand
have to find their way with the roadrunner marks
and the sidewinders tell their own versions
on lunar-like dust so fine mirrors a lone vulture
the prospector drifter bum once panned for glitter-gold
his tells were as old as the chocolate hills and licorice
gullies that sank into the earth's dark belly and found
a treasure of rut-gut fire water and cheap-angel perfume

but they sounded young in the campfire cracks up the willy
and nilly- sparks that traveled up the stark air-vectors snap

through the stratosphere, his antique crusty words wafted
up in paroxysms of paradox and plane coyote crafty glee
wandering the air-veins resting on carnival-glass pink dusk
pointing roads to a horizon, just moves endless dimension
looking down over lingering ley-lines and tracks of rolling
rocks, down the geomancy of fancy free talk and Apache-
tear sign language, how wanderers from lost ages struck

a happy medium with ghost town gossip and the native
tongues that wove patterns on the desert floor for those
who have passed in gnarly-twisty trails of lava and luck

Post by **judih** » July 5th, 2009, 12:53 am

fractal fructosa, sugary precocious
gobi deserted aqueducts
parched from dismissal
long-eyed monarchs retreating in time
knock twice on the knotted pineapple palm
all ankhs included
beer and barley for love

Post by **Nazz** » July 5th, 2009, 2:00 am

Has everything I like in a desert journey-- geology, the old, tawdry West, outer space and lunar exile, drifters, prospectors, ancient voices on the arid dust and more. Nice wander!

Post by **revolutionrabbit** » July 5th, 2009, 4:59 am

mars-a-pan mountains?

honey-sweet voices of purple smoke-trees?

rootin -tootin Yosemite Sam

and that wacky-wabbit

Post by **saw** » July 5th, 2009, 2:02 pm

colorful language appropriate for the stark beauty of the desert or a newly discovered planet...particularly enjoyed, "how wanderers from lost ages struck a happy medium with ghost town gossip and the native tongues....."........really nice !

Post by **revolutionrabbit** » July 5th, 2009, 6:42 pm

it's those strange open moments between two worlds
almost like you remember existing in one and then the
other.

reminds me of what a well known poet once told me.

been tryin to recall it ever since.

Post by **SmileGRL** » July 7th, 2009, 4:46 pm

"gypsy sands blowing" reminds me of the movie "chocolat" (one of my favorite movies)...winds blowing & gypsies, etcetera

Post by **revolutionrabbit** » July 7th, 2009, 10:47 pm

as i sit here chawin on a chunk of Dagoba organic chocolate, i'm wainting for Lulu publshing to get back to me, so i can proceed and get my novel in print.

Johnny Dep was great in Fear and Loathing, in fact he still sounds like he is in the movie with the way he talks.My novel Gone Hallucination Freeway, has its Hunter Thompson-esque moments, and the gypy-sands and sexual revolution blow through its surreal 60's text.

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