so I wasn't going to post this till I read my horoscope, which basically told me not to. it's been a filthy liar, though... but just in case, if language offends; the back button's up and to the left... it may be that reality is mirage, that life is existential energy, that god/brahman/buddah are the trinity, but fuck it, man, cos this girl's on the mic in a grease stained T, and she's yellin out, "all howl and plunge along dogmatic groove or die and burn and fucking lose," while pulling her hair from it's roots, jumping around in cowboy boots and we're eatin it up, man, yeah, we're shaking fists and gettin lit cos we knew, what was holy writ without a middle finger to call it shit? I left on some amazon muse, tribal war dance down the sidewalk growling at the suit-n-tie passers-by with holier-than-thou, robotic strides and fuck! I had to let em go in peace cos doomsday nuts were grindin teeth, waiting for the waking of these deceased. and then I heard it.... a lone saxophone crooning counterpoint to a stand-up bass at this jazz joint down a back alley staircase that drew our starved-soul family with promised distraction from purgatory and she was a valkyrie floating on cigar smoke.... no! she was a thunder god fingering quaking notes of piercing enlightenment from her golden instrument and I found nirvana, man; the nine springs, the ode's meanings: all that shit, I knew it! I could die now, content my life was complete, and float off this earth with steam from the street.
YES!!! How could you possibly imagine that would offend anyone? Ok, we think in a similar way, but I LOVED IT! The last four stanzas are my favorite. Write some more...please...for chipmunk cheeks.
glad you enjoyed... I've had this short one sitting around for a little while, always been wanting to add more to it (and maybe title it), but... I like it, small and we'll swarm, a monarch bodied chaos across fields of daphodils, in chilled nectar thrill we'll dance together, our rhythm synched to instinct, our antennae up-linked keeps the shamrock glen locked in.
A perfect fractal of chaotic design, a desire for time's sweet and languid nectar and wings gently coating breezes with the honey of mutual tongues on the same flower.
Wonderful vibe, I keep that with me lingering until I can soak up this evenings live music at Morning Dew. Peace & valkyrie blessings of flurry.
hi there i love the way in which the vision can be seen within your lines. living ,life,.. intense enough to lingue as above... lovenpeace from saff
thanks for all your comments… this one was a little different for me; inspired by some poetry from my old aol days, when censorship ran strong; and a conversation I had about Leela.
