a cockeyed mackerel saw the ocean float above its rolex
Posted: August 16th, 2020, 1:36 am
the steinway of my mind
played symphonic melodies
disguised as brunch at a five & dime
while i ate the seven notes
served on ivory tender loins
engraved with the spinach dip
that succumbed to paranoiac
obesity parlayed into fragments
waiting to explode into uterustic
monopolies hanging by threads
sparkling like dew in sauternes flushed
raincoats purchased at salvation army.
but did i really care?
harmony mangled it's chosen notes
like penguins languishing under
heat lamps plugged into sockets
of deep mines adrift in atomic wonderland
whose jewels were encrusted with rocks
that lay dormant under moonlight borrowed
from the teetering bridges of babble-on,
and so i did.
but did i really care?
three pence and twenty bought nothing
but heartaches on patrol looking for
victims counter-dresssed as eaglets,
feathers in rainbow colors, masking
the true nature of beaks colored primrose
(shades of hu’man) grotesqueness...deep
deep fry the content of miraculous that
is unknown thruout the circus of ignorance,
and jameson laffed with cause, nothing is
all too true when imagination drip dries
on rippled lines of poetic madness...
but do I really care?
~~~~~~~~~~
Cecil B. Lee
played symphonic melodies
disguised as brunch at a five & dime
while i ate the seven notes
served on ivory tender loins
engraved with the spinach dip
that succumbed to paranoiac
obesity parlayed into fragments
waiting to explode into uterustic
monopolies hanging by threads
sparkling like dew in sauternes flushed
raincoats purchased at salvation army.
but did i really care?
harmony mangled it's chosen notes
like penguins languishing under
heat lamps plugged into sockets
of deep mines adrift in atomic wonderland
whose jewels were encrusted with rocks
that lay dormant under moonlight borrowed
from the teetering bridges of babble-on,
and so i did.
but did i really care?
three pence and twenty bought nothing
but heartaches on patrol looking for
victims counter-dresssed as eaglets,
feathers in rainbow colors, masking
the true nature of beaks colored primrose
(shades of hu’man) grotesqueness...deep
deep fry the content of miraculous that
is unknown thruout the circus of ignorance,
and jameson laffed with cause, nothing is
all too true when imagination drip dries
on rippled lines of poetic madness...
but do I really care?
~~~~~~~~~~
Cecil B. Lee