my cosmic skull

[revolutionrabbit]

somewhere under a tree
a long time ago just now
the road in the high grass
looking at the first last Indian
in the blue feather of sky
in the green leaf marvel

the man in the mountain hat
looks out at the silver oval
smoking a pipe of fire gold
way down in a mystic lamp rain
slowly pyramids rise earth bowls
wandering down narrow starry dust
great leaves of universe records
bird paths walk into sharp sun rays
wandering through painted booths
they dress you up in shadows
you go through the little tunnel

a hole in the material reveals
long arms of rainbow streets
along blinking rows of junk signs
the wave of ancient lost energy
when they come out with flowers
that appear on a blanket of halos
a white haired woman moves colors
silence beyond speed of light
around her body covered white light
around on the crystal stones
she moves

a curtain of dancing stars falls across
her shape rests in the dark cone
slowly the words rise from the surface
great veils of time swirl around
like leaves, like scarves, like breath
her voice comes in rays of smiles
she speaks through a multitude of muses
with a little tale tale mischief
a French girl poet appears