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StarFlowers

Contributed by Lee on Saturday, 8th January 2005 @ 05:32:22 PM in AEST
Topic: scifi



Medusa bobsled takes the
Ice sickle pond to a hush
Geronimo is sitting with the bulls
Geronimo-Sitting-Bull chiseled
In a porcelain bust

The celluloid tapestry
Is firmly embedded
In his brain

It's like mechanics
Operating machinery
The pulley headed the crane

It's not something
You want to happen
When you're going up
The star-dazed mountain
And the harness-rope slackens

I will be
With weighted
(Waiting)
Frosted breaths
In the heart
Of the
Ice Castle's depths

The Vestaisiax runs aground on majesty
In its hull is firmly embedded
The celluloid tapestry

In the Vestaisiax brain
Is firmly embedded
The identity of the last link in the chain
Where the butterfly people can be met and netted

O two possums
In the middle of the road had been run over
O ruined possums!

Hungry wolves,
Gentled the mentaled elks, a pleasant pheasant,
The heron spreads its

Wings like a tarantula blossoms
The Vestesiax hoo's like an owl in the dark
Gliding through otherworldly eco-systems like a sonar lark

...I'm in a room
Where the room
Is inside me

And there are smells
Of another seventy-five per scent
Hydrogen 2 oxygen person

Cooking lima beans and creamed corn dreams
And someone's cutting out newspaper articles
That were pasted in a magazine

The stewed porcupine
Is tastin' fine

Inside me
There is a room
And I'm in the room

I'm in a room
Where the room
Is inside me

Don't straight awake
For the sleep escapes
They'll only get you
When you least expect it

The Vestaisiax has a dorsal fin and internal breaks
With amphibious shapes
It steers straight and true
Upon the centuries to perfect it

Watch where you put
Your palms
On the scalding tea kettle

The sound of crunching
Leaves calms
The barking dogs to settle

StarFlowers in abundance
Midday storytellers
The window at the teller
Looks like a hingeless door to the shingled cellar

Star
Flow
Ers
In
A
Bun
Da
Nce

Scab and scar
The grizzled man-the emerald woman-shivers (the sight)
At his own repugnance
Broken propellers
And coins that didn't make it
In the fountain pillars
Swell, smarmy fellars

Scab
Andscar
Thegrizzeledmantheemeraldwomanshivers (the sight)
At his
Own
Repug
Na
Nce

Da, na
Da, na

If you feel the palms of the Vestaisiax
You'll find the different chapters of time
Mapped in the line creases
Let's stay here in this galaxy
Until love's tide ceases

Weepons of mass
Emotion and devotion (groups in parachutes)
And the People's Morning is standing on the grass
They seized the weepons from the pictorial brute
(moat promotion)




Copyright © Lee ... [ 2005-01-08 17:32:22]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: StarFlowers (User Rating: 1 )
by afterdark on Saturday, 8th January 2005 @ 05:39:11 PM AEST
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Dame you need to really get out more..


Re: StarFlowers (User Rating: 1 )
by Lee on Saturday, 8th January 2005 @ 09:23:25 PM AEST
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Thanks for your heartwarming comment.
I'm sure Dr. Surreal eel y'know Feel
will have a chance to make an
apointment with you. He thinks you
might have (cough) security issues.
He might advise you to be a little
more aware of your defense
mechanisms and how they
affect other people. Well,
as I say, in any case, and
in every case
you can usually find a nut-case.
Ha, ha. Get it, the case and the nut
and they go...together...
like birds...of a...feather

Gettin' Lost in the Atmosphere

Well, I'm off to outer space
You didn't want me here
You led a battalion
'Til I fled on my galactic stallion
Away from all of this in fear
I left in quite a fright
And all you could quip to say
Was "Don't forget to write"




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