spare change in the boot of a dream seeking the soul

[mtmynd]

i swam across a pool of buffalo
reaching out to a coastal dream...
the clouds were very european
but the weather smelled adieu,
17 palms held out for directions,
feed the hunger before it eats you...

night darkens in satanic hues
while trains steal cattle on the run,
desperados on horses chase the steam,
i could be a big star on gunsmoke
but it's wrapped in oiled cloth
put on shelves for eyes yet born.

a horn across the reflections
wet with her liquid fires
summon schools of fishy angels
attracted to the nectars
as i stand before cast shadows
dressed in imported confetti
from the mainland of china.

high on a cliff looking south
searching for a dive
finding a muffdive
to dive with me
trying to survive
stay alive...
death is
no change.

cecil

[theirishsea]

I like this----I'll comment later---it deserves a number of readings.

[the mingo]

Swing that axe !!

" dressed in imported confetti
from the mainland of china. " - - ya know, I have a coonhound here with me - a big black & tan number - he sleeps on all of the couch - when something I read here cracks me up and I get to enjoying myself thru laughter sometimes I look back over my shoulder and he will have sat up on the couch and he's just lookin' at me out of those deep dark eyes and those long long ears framing his face watching me - Buddha shoulda had a dog -

Thx, Cec

[stilltrucking]

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[revolutionrabbit]

thanks for the spare strange

[mtmynd]

el mingo... truck... rr... thanks for the read and the replies.

[saw]

death is no change.....kinda stopped me in my tracks.....much to ponder

[mtmynd]

ty, saw...