Active Lies Sublimate a Conundrum

[mtmynd]

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a saint to some
the nicotine stained finger
points the direction to hell
as the eyes curve around
spotting the tea leaf floating…
back-stroking mind-sets
the funeral screams end
and nowhere are there trees
left to me right of circumstance
the hotdog man juggling mustard seeds
into compounds of humility
avenging the three-winged nostragod
lying perpendicular to twelve epiphanies
sighted flying north for the winter.

hooved parables skittered foolishly
the ice covering the sleigh’d bells
no longer ringing the troubadours hum,
pinochle breasts lifted to the stage
as jonathan licked the cherry clean,
maraschino madness colored his lips
the fountain of lost innocence embraced
the jackals snorting autumnal leaves
while the curse of sunset came and went
as cigarette smoke rose quietly upwards.

marmalade maps indicating the bowels
erupting from explosive randomness
saluting brevity with statues of bird shit
piled on monuments to lost buffaloes
searching... seeking... searching
the edifice of territorial happenstance
bugged bunnies snarling thru pillowed teeth
disguising their love patterns with lace
stolen from attics dusty and moldy with loss
buttressed by the terminology of upanishads
careening across I-40 one summer day lost
by vague flashbacks colored by acid-etched
dreams of what could have/should have been
sparkling… sparkling… sparkling lights

mesmerized by the look in her eyes
her breasts long for suckling mouths -
hungry for taste - hungry for passion -
hungry for waffles - the sneakers took off
by themselves running at full speed
towards horizons never finding sunset
eluding the poets breath seducing thought
as if it were some kinda palace where gold and silver
lay around gathering dust while crimes against art
continue to pile up in junkyards for the soul:
heironymous, heironymous, betray the night
the lungs filled, capacity overdrawn, the shuttle cocked
and nowhere is found disguised as an agony...

[3/3 time times a leaky search into Now, Avalon waves back]

__________
Cecil B. Lee

[mnaz]

Upanishads careening across I-40 ! (Along with dust devils.) The curse of sunset came and went. Outstanding!

[saw]

beat, stream of consciousness
that can never be ignored, one line
leads to the next
it's a chain reaction................................

[mtmynd]

beat, stream of consciousness
that can never be ignored, one line
leads to the next
it's a chain reaction................................

not unlike that universe being revealed ...
the chain reaction continues building
forward.. upward... never ceasing to simply Be

[theirishsea]

James Joyce would have loved the language here. Rich.

[mtmynd]

James Joyce would have loved the language here. Rich.

Thank you, TIS... appreciated.

[creativesoul]

“Eluding the poets breath!! “
Mmmmm “nicotine stained finger”
Absolutely beautiful- I can smell and see your words painting images in my mind-

[mtmynd]

“Eluding the poets breath!! “
Mmmmm “nicotine stained finger”
Absolutely beautiful- I can smell and see your words painting images in my mind-

Many thx, creativesoul, for taking your time to comment.