Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

~spare change in the boot of a dream seeking the soul~

I swam across a pool of buffalo
reaching out to a coastal dream...
the clouds were very European
but the weather smelled adieu,
17 palms held out for directions,
feed the hunger before it eats you...

night darkens in satanic hues
while trains steal cattle on the run,
desperados on horses chase the steam,
i could be a big star on westerns
but it's wrapped in oiled cloth
put on shelves for eyes yet born.

a horn across the reflections
wet with her liquid fires
summon schools of fishy angels
attracted to the nectars
as i stand before cast shadows
dressed in imported confetti
from mainland of Orient..

high on a cliff looking south.
searching for a dive,
finding a muffdive,
to dive with me
trying to survive
stay alive...
death
is no
change
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__________
Cecil B. Lee

lots of interesting combinations of words and thoughts

I remember my grandfather referring to what most of us now call the trunk of our car, as The Boot....he had a big ole 1950 Dodge something......drab gray.....used to drive 10 miles to fill up 40 glass jugs with spring water that he kept in The Boot