Active Lies Sublimate a Conundrum
Posted: November 7th, 2007, 12:17 pm
Active Lies Sublimate a Conundrum
a saint to some
the nicotine stained finger points
the direction to hell
as the eyes curve around
spotting the tea leaf floating...
backstroking mindsets
the funeral screams end
and nowhere are there trees
left to me right of circumstance
the hotdog man juggles 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 sleighed bells
no longer ringing the troubadours hum,
pinochle breasts lifted to the stage
and jonathan licked the cherry clean
maraschino madness colored his lips
the fountain of lost innocence embraced
the jackals snorting leaves while sunset
came and went as cigarette smoke rising
marmalade maps indicating the bowels
erupting from explosive randomness
saluting brevity with statues of birdshit
piled in monuments to lost buffaloes
searching for the edifice of territorial happenstance
bugged bunnies snarling thru pillow teeth
disguising their love patterns with lace
stolen from attics dusty and moldy with loss
buttressed by the terminology of upanishads
that careened across I-10 one summer day
lost in vague flashbacks colored by acid etched
dreams of what could have/should have been
sparkle
sparkle
sparkle
mesmerized by the look in her eyes
her tits long for suckling mouths
hungry for taste
hungry for passion
hungry for waffles
the sneakers took off by themselves
running at full speed towards the horizon
never to find the sunset that eludes
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
leaking promises over
rugs woven with memories
until stillness swallows lies.
a saint to some
the nicotine stained finger points
the direction to hell
as the eyes curve around
spotting the tea leaf floating...
backstroking mindsets
the funeral screams end
and nowhere are there trees
left to me right of circumstance
the hotdog man juggles 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 sleighed bells
no longer ringing the troubadours hum,
pinochle breasts lifted to the stage
and jonathan licked the cherry clean
maraschino madness colored his lips
the fountain of lost innocence embraced
the jackals snorting leaves while sunset
came and went as cigarette smoke rising
marmalade maps indicating the bowels
erupting from explosive randomness
saluting brevity with statues of birdshit
piled in monuments to lost buffaloes
searching for the edifice of territorial happenstance
bugged bunnies snarling thru pillow teeth
disguising their love patterns with lace
stolen from attics dusty and moldy with loss
buttressed by the terminology of upanishads
that careened across I-10 one summer day
lost in vague flashbacks colored by acid etched
dreams of what could have/should have been
sparkle
sparkle
sparkle
mesmerized by the look in her eyes
her tits long for suckling mouths
hungry for taste
hungry for passion
hungry for waffles
the sneakers took off by themselves
running at full speed towards the horizon
never to find the sunset that eludes
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
leaking promises over
rugs woven with memories
until stillness swallows lies.