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StarFlowers
Contributed by
Lee
on
Saturday, 8th January 2005 @ 05:32:22 PM in AEST
Topic:
scifi
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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
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2005-01-08 17:32:22] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: StarFlowers
(User Rating: 1 ) by afterdark on
Saturday, 8th January 2005 @ 05:39:11 PM AEST (User
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Dame you need to really get out more.. |
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Re: StarFlowers
(User Rating: 1 ) by Lee on
Saturday, 8th January 2005 @ 09:23:25 PM AEST (User
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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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