Active Lies Sublimate a Conundrum
Posted: May 30th, 2019, 6:48 pm
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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
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
