Pickled Raspberry Musings

Caged magnetic daydreams of lucid migration; I’ve been there before. It’s forbidden: Orchard carved calligraphy crisply cut - Spiraled surface-scratched immortality Dimly azure, aglow on videotape, Red, blue, green. Nature’s baby grand. An organic player-piano ceaseless In mellow tone, perched potpourri hillside, Plucking raspberry notes of beautiful song; Translucent aches nestled by slippy wake That ricochet ripples, careening whispers Through rendezvous dreams. Seductive susurrus, sentient, shadowy, Teasing temptation longed to taste; Siren’s breathiness gurgles in devilish dive, Swooshes, swoops, swallows. Tickles. Siren’s breathless gurgle chokes drowned lies. But…so serene. Feather soft tranquility. Lyrical folly forbidden. Salmon pink. 2/3/2017 _____________________________________________ Writer’s note: Told as a pet parakeet (while his owner listens to Radiohead’s song Videotape) whose cage is hung in the window of a cottage overlooking a stream through an orchard while the sun goes down who was a fish in a past life but, sadly, drowned due to a mental disorder which caused him to believe he was a bird and, consequently, spend all day trying to fly out of the water…until the day he refused to use his gills to breathe since, after all, birds don’t have gills.