| Mar. 16th, 2005 @ 09:46 pm Clem Conover |
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Current Mood: Oh, Poetry
Current Music: The Unicorns
I construed as I viewed
Lines of cars pressed against molten tar stretching as far as this continental sand bar.
We traveled as our hopes unraveled, not to belong but rather long for solitude from the
Magnitude of dire attitudes from those who elude to events so needlessly rude. Such
Prior engagements led to mental rearrangements as to avoid unnecessary detriments to
Our enjoyment of all that seemed permanent. But gilded men can patch holes in the
Growing Death tolls of not just those who dig with the dirty moles or embrace mangled
Trolls, but also those with lofty goals within their lovely souls. Yet with a yell all can go
To hell and assuredly dispel not only those who had physically died but ones who tired to
Hide the beauty, which lay inside burdened underneath lies, chides and false guides.
Travel forth to leave behind and dually morph items that remind into those that are kind.
I accelerated so swiftly.
I drive to feel alive
As I’m seeing all that is being. Children fleeing, dogs peeing and miscreants keying
All set to a landscape one would hardly forget and probably regret not having met
On a day where there was nothing to say. Illuminated skies were quite fine, hot sand was
Touch as an angel’s hand, fiery shorelines as far as the eye, and even spotted glowing
Kites at great heights yet all was vaguely blocked by that who was docked at my side
In this long car ride. This companion, with whom I could jump any canyon, had a
Gorgeous name that was far from plain, Guinivere. With her I had nothing to fear for
Anything that would appear, no matter how queer, we would reappear despite the tears.
Everything built to last can run away faster than fast strapped to a departing mast for
Sunday Mass, scribbled on a boy’s cast running in gym class. Fleeting things repeating
I confused myself wonderfully.
I reminisced as I kissed
The light of the sun so bright, reminded me of nights without the lights under the covers
With the beauty of lovers, bodies interwoven, lips sown in. Awkward positions created
Euphoric conditions of the heart, nothing that could be mustered with any of our
Interchangeable parts. Seemingly blind, each of us could easily find place to be kind
Much like the pleasurable peeling of an orange rind. The luminescent glow from under
The sheets could not be beat by arguments low or engagement dough. A hideous
Vulture arrived and shamelessly stole her causing my culture that once thrived to
Prematurely die no matter how hard I try. Fly that spineless vulture did, and hid
My Guinivere from all but his warped leers. Tears did fall, drunken hands did call,
Mental barriers did fall, my confidence was not so tall and that vulture was having a ball.
I sobbed so weakly.
I focused on the locusts
Dodging my windshield as to avoid lodging quite congealed only to be peeled away
From where they once lay on the mass of glass guiding my eyes to some unknown
Prize that was sure to raise us above the lies. Carrion flies began to subside allowing
The joys of our long ride to resume as we presumed even though regrets did loom.
Things would once again bloom in our little room. I turned as I yearned to find that spot
Removed from all the vacant parking lots, balanced boiling pots, and clumsy creaky cots.
Locate such a place which would placate all desires not just sensate but metaphysical,
Musical and even slightly whimsical. Jagged cliffs overlooked wave crashing like guitar
Riffs, wind blowing illuminated skies in whiffs, and it was all enough to dispel the
Greatest tiffs. Carrion flies and black vultures sifted as are hearts lifted and pain drifted,
I perceived so awestricken.
I assessed as I messed
With the trash scattered along my dash that I almost began to smash had I not caught a
Glimpse of her long eyelash. Once again those distant mountainsides, illuminated skies,
And glowing kites quite bright faded in the shadow of the light which radiated those
Bright eyes which brought great delight even times of utter plight. Quite a sight, colors
Dance to a tune not known by any spoon or loon from here to the moon. I swoon over
Such a palette that paint would only taint and recreate only a faint vestige of a saint. So
Alive I hope to blindly dive into that hive of a mind and remove all the knives of unkind.
Find myself lost without knowing the cost of the prior snowing frost that froze her and a
Wrong one rose her despite having chose her. So much more in those eyes than blue, and
So much more in those skies than dew, but something inside my vessel ceased to wrestle.
I lamented so idiotically.
I balled as I called
A friend to helpfully mend that which could no longer contend and thus send us back
To deal with those ignoble attacks, write retracts of untrue facts and hold hands as we
Race in sacks. One with whom I trust arrived with the slightest bust absolving us of this
Rust, crust and dust that was not a must despite all the fuss. We did not cuss at those who
Fought but rather taught with backward glances, slim advances and the quiet removal of
Barbed lances in hopes of releasing from such awkward trances. Something had surely
Died but this would not deride that which would not hide from chides of morbid minds.
A litany of epiphanies scurried within and without causing buried ideals to sprout,
Acting like river trout hurried towards lofty goals far from the roles of dirty moles or
Hideous trolls. Beauty consumed as I resumed my test, the quest for the best and the rest.
I never felt so fine. |
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