matchbox memory

[revolutionrabbit]

matchbox memory sky of light within
holding up the heavens and under that a circus
a carnival of nights the strange wandering days
where the magic goes...around around around
once silence rained inside circles within
once she held me to her like a crystal feather

we are writing a poem or a list
of things that don't add up
things that don't as yet exist

but they keep crawling across the walls
the snakes in the grass keeps snaking
and the circle becomes bigger

everything comes from this
the barker at the gate of nowhere
elephants of doors, tigers of brights
like an amusement that nobody knows
where it came from or here it goes
jumping through hoops
the original hoop expands our minds
the view is endless from the vulture eye
not too many vultures left these days

the streets are made of fools gold
the naked people
are made of laughing ocean waves
painted by a jeweled devil
at the end of the crappy horror movie
a puppet band is playing
as the enchanted drunks walk out
saw too much on the empty screen
that cosmic cartoon ending that's all folks
and dead gods smoking a Mexican cigarette
but the poem has to start some place
I remember walking down some beat alley
I can see holy writing down there at the end

time ran out the word
once I looked toward it
there was a vast diamond like hill city
I kept seeing fields within a junk field
of garbage and the junkyard of eternity
the childhood moment exists in that
a flower within a silence of history
memory moves like a lead balloon
we are writing a poem or a list
of things that don't add up
things that don't as yet exist?
the poem seemed to wake
where I found myself
on the carpet of neon lit mazes-
parades go by like jazz marches over me
a mirror face down in the luminous street
a paradise in a wishing pool
an underworld formed below
as the view opens great rattling
vision and voice come out of nowhere
floods of ufo shapes burst through voids
speaking like travelers from time beyond
we are chanting strange sounds...like
angels that speak in thunder like train loads
coming down the columns of clouds-
that my poet mind like a Magritte leaf
falls down the mysterious shaft of euphoric -light
under that a river of individual lights flows, glows

down darkened stone looking out from starry eyes
awakening her kiss of infinite nothingness bliss
opens its matchbox of what little memory flies out

down old iron wheel that holds up the fortune teller sky
as we run along the heap of laughing sideshows
It begins, where it began with those child memories
when everything was huge and close-the-distance
I can see a highway going into a horizon onto desert floor-
flashing shadows of ancient forever dawns held in road signs
above that and below it too is some ocean moon like energy
whirls and whips around in faster faster force of infinite
a big rock is dark blue in the midnight sun like turning orb
that comes up like a vast cave with sparkling flecks flying

some cosmic opening in the middle of nothing and every
perspective line going into the peep hole we can see writing
deeper into the dark entrance of lights all drawing in
like a mountain of stars opening over the dimension land
held her hands like silver moonlight in the universe shadows

[SadLuckDame]

Thanks, Rabbit.
Really enjoyed going in it.

[revolutionrabbit]

glad you enjoyed SLD
this was difficult, I was trying
to recreate an image in my mind
on many different levels...it don't
get easier, I put everything in the novel
and that was a flawed gem, but it was a gem.