Bending, curled, the tusksand ribbons of calcium, solidbleached white kingdom.
If you dare, gaze in the holloweyes, crawl inside and rest a whilein the cavity of memory.
There was a time these creaturesroamed the land, hard to stopupon their charging.
Now they lay in stacks of litteringbiological leftovers, making theirgrinding way to fossilization.
The Cavern of the Mind
Deep, we dip into the cavernof the mind. All of today's ramblingjourney is brought back in surrealkaleidoscope.
Make sense of it, if you can.
The eyeless figure of warningmakes his transmogrified wayinto the night's flicker.The parable told twice is renderedagain in stick figure colorlessreinterpretation.
Waking, begin a new step, let thedream dissipate to make wayfor another.
Haven't You Heard
that life ain't no crystal stair?It's the oft-quoted line, you know.
Now take a look at the listlesswandering, the abused dour passersby,standing in their breadlines.
They have forgotten their names,rambling about crimson moons,last judgments. They are bones walking.
Life is a tough ride, and these days it'seven worse. Year after of hard scrabble,I suppose it piles up.
Saturday, March 31, 2018
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