Dream seeking the Soul

[mtmynd]

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,

desperadoes on horses chasing 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 nectar's

swimming before cast shadows

dressed in imported confetti

from mainland of Orient..


High on a cliff looking south.

searching for a swim,

finding a muff-dive
diving in me
trying
to survive

stay alive...

death

is
no

change

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Cecil B. Lee

[mnaz]

Me too. It seems that way at times. "Times" ... there I go again.

[creativesoul]

Love this

[mtmynd]

Love this

Many thanks "Lady Soul"... sorry of the slow time...