I crawled into the stomach
of a gray cold cloud
hiding from the fire-grip talons of day.
I rode bareback on a worm
through gauzy veils of flash-back memories;
not so good, not too bad.
I wrote anecdotes on naked roots
of roadside flowers, billboards,
for the dirt-blind eyes of sniffing sneaks.
I wished in the well
of a dromedary king, all
in the stomach of a gray cold cloud.
Authors note:
I promise I'm not stoned, tripped-out, or stumbling drunk through the labyrinth of insanity. Of course, you may see it otherwise.
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14 comments:
Your note made me laugh, Pat..i just can't hold myself :)
I can take all this as very sane thoughts, but could never in the wildest dream write like this,
Enjoyed it, Pat.
came many a time here in between..so nice to see you again, Pat :)
wishes,
devika
"wildest dream imagine to write like this.."
that statement is in no way comparative, Pat...just wondering how effectively it all could be said :)
Loved the ins and outs in this.
Writing anecdotes on naked roots is one of my wishes.
Good to see you back, Pat. Hope you stay this time.
Yeah, I was seeing otherwise!
I really enjoyed this!
Made me smile :)
Good writing...as always!
Nice to see you back, Pat!
Margie
sounds painful !
but glad too know ya still kicking :)
ha ha... easy to see otherwise. :-)
Heh!
i bet you met the White Rabbit from wonderland. :)
So who needs to be sane, anyway?
I prefer a loose grip on "reality", myself...
Hope your cloud turns more hospitable--better not to stay cold and gray TOO long--
Enjoyed the poem, may we see more of you soon!
"I wrote anecdotes on naked roots
of roadside flowers.." - love this line Pat! Good to have you back in full form :)
a day in the life . . .
sounds perfectly sane to me.
then again, who am i to judge...
well, I completely understand it. You're better to say it, though. :)
Pat..its been a long time,
Won't you be back??
wishes,
devika
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