Makeshift Shaft of Rainbow Delirium

[mtmynd]

[note: my last poem here on this 30th day of December rolls to a close - 19 to 20]


Makeshift Shaft of Rainbow Delirium

three quarters spilled
across time/space tables,
the echo of more persists
as five fulfillments cry
tears of greed rolling west
as the eye-spy game continues

double halves reaching fullness
as magic marker smells ripen
spelling words in shadows
splayed across bleached papers
vivid in their burdened virginity

five and dimes adding up junk
reaching for the treetops
covering reality in needles
shooting joylost into veins
running freely and unconditioned
the body hiways not high enuff

one dollar holler fifty
the remote chance of litter
turning into lottery gains
into 144 grains of loss raining
thru 3 hourglass arms squeezing
sixteen lemons onto bouquets
sniffing the rearends of dogs
lost in backstreets without bones

turn it-burn it-churn it
and life still persists
against grains of barley
superstitious with mirrors
staring back at one ego
laser melting ten dreams
into seven floods of despair

where are the 12 choices
that were given freely
when adolescence ruled?
where are the nine freedoms
guaranteed by people
that fought til death
so poems would shoot
the feet of ignorance
out from under stupidity?

diamond encrusted fool
imaging your needs
thru prisms of coal
polished with rags
of serendipity tripped
lost in realms of makebelieve

mindquake the vestibules
the joke tumbles ceaselessly
leaving the source to create
just one more time for fantasy
to bloom as a tease to please

~treasure hunts greed
~treasure hunts greed
~treasure hunts greed

((triphalia decides the ending))

____|||____
Cecil B. Lee

[jackofnightmares]

"as if my body had a mind of its own"™
a poem that doctors
fun to read, thanks for posting that

[mtmynd]

"as if my body had a mind of its own"™
a poem that doctors
fun to read, thanks for posting that

I comforted by your ability to find the fun in reading this piece, Truck...

... and posting your thanks warms my innards on the cold nights we've had as of late.

May your 2020 sharpen even more your aim, my friend... 20/20 as best as we can see

[mnaz]

I was such a fool... until poems began to shoot the ignorance out from under stupidity. Ah who am I kidding? I'm still the same fool...