
Under
palms
over-analyzed
near modern
runes,
I upended
sandspit
–time and again—
juggling
(crystal)
beach balls
in Nautilus configuration
–a la Venice—
fostereing pluck
that changed
(make up)
of chicken bones.

Under
palms
over-analyzed
near modern
runes,
I upended
sandspit
–time and again—
juggling
(crystal)
beach balls
in Nautilus configuration
–a la Venice—
fostereing pluck
that changed
(make up)
of chicken bones.
a fly fisherman–

disgusted with can of worms
–I angled for wings.

she was the
Sin
and he was the
Man
–in a sky full of Stares
That-Burn
rings
on the ropes
stringing puppet theater
that control
Her-Fury
a Mood-O!
like he never knew
–her, either—
eyes as
Mean-as
his, and
faraway….
intent on
Hep-tunes
full of Stars
–the place they shine
and twinkle
in the mist…
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/mystical/
I sit on
AWOL
legs swinging…

boots on the ground
–gone missing.

if you’re truckin’
are you van’ish?
I dunno
–I’m no mechanic.
one has bed,
the other leaves–
could a gardener
settle these?
open gate
or close the doors
hire guard
–all aboard!

sacred.
a funny word if you deconstruct it
—oh no she didn’t—
but let’s.
…
sa·cred.
say creed
a spoken dogma that’s righteous,
and in that sense
–biblical.
…
sacred…
hmmm.
a slip of the finger tip
–a typo, and you got:
scared–
is righteous God, and so Old Testament you better be scared.
…
sacred
add a summer in France
été
and
you have all the components of
desecrate.
Mon Dieu.
So, tilt a glass, and have a canapé
gesture wildly with your hands
(be one of those talkers)
and call it Eucharist–
–since nothing is in fact,
sacred.
I was on a Nero pathway
well, not quite that dark…
or bright depending on proximity to Italian BBQ,
still.
diverted from route,
I tried to find
a neuro pathway
–that lies–
between naps
and was tolerable.
After traversing all these roads, though,
I found them all
too traveled
too beaten,
or too rote,
and after tearing up the tarmac
–in my mind
I carved another way.
Footpath
at first,
Gravel Road
next,
there was no option for
Bored Walk,
and no loss, that.
The next step is slurry
which can’t be hurried,
since the workers are sporadic
–city workers, you know,
(4 standing around
“supervising”
and 1 doing the actual work)
I’ll finish it eventually,
–my roundabout way–
since I am tired
of exiting
in Roam.