Differing the Existential Potential of Crawdads

[mtmynd]

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Scarred Taurian torsos on the side of bourleigh -
I sincerely thought I was complaining
just as words spilled liquid all over Dover...

Boards splitting under their own bounce,
jello wiggled inconsistently in shadows
brought on by feigned margolas squinting

From harmonic divergences pasteled by gargoyles
erected upon phantom whispers shouting in dutch,
hellevating the dissipation of magnitude rightly.

I knew the alphabet splattered like warrior's blood
against the walls built of ivory stolen from Japan
but my heart pedaled furiously counterclockwise...

Spirals spewing fumes of stale nicotine
exhaled by lungs from African mystics
relying on sanctity to provoke angel's dust

To endure the Basquiat figurines distorted
by three feet imitating grasps of confusion
wiped by cloths imprinted with slogans by

Nine hundred and sixty-three migrant midgets
collapsing in domino effect without clatter upon
furrowed brows confused by a dilettante's touch.

I awakened to seven moons rotating to Brahms
causing the midnight clouds to blush as if
Normandy was inverted by historical events;

June proceeded the winds of flatulence expelled
by the earthiness of nature's feline presence as
six yodeling woodsmen chopped cilantro abroad...

Mercurial disadvantages slipped on peeled acorns
adjusting leverages out of borrowed bottled air
masturbating with Venetian blinds from Taiwan,

As a king from Nigeria offered me one golden
pendant replicating a sinus of a wild boar while
I knelt on one knee free at last from blissfulness.

Life began once again only this time the lens
became clearer as my focus slowly began
disavowing any kinship between golly and gee.

_____^_____
Cecil B. Lee

[mnaz]

It's a big universe between the two..

[saw]

that's some dream Cecil...

[mtmynd]

Dreamland is without doubt.
a Carillon built of moments
justly captured by memories
barely noticeable in the brilliance
of tomorrow's rising moon...

Grazie, Steve. It's only a dream... nada mas... nada mas.
This old planet has them by the zillion.