Soupy Flavors
To say I have less lived...
and more written is not being entirely
fair. Poets breathe soul life into every
lyric statement.
Not merely metaphorically
speaking. Word-painted-skies, on closer
analysis are precisely inked examples of intensely
hyperbolic, ethereal-like possessed oxidation! (Try
to say that 10x’s fast!)
A writer’s penned pictures meant to float above
common trite integers of merely surface showy delight --
All my canvases their nature by
design are birthed to be never-settling (deathless)
evolving metaphysical transcending primers (talk about elevated ego!) --
While sub-strait substances are
compounded impenetrable dark also evident are
silvery streaks of transversal light --
My feeling contributions remain
and have always been creative world enough for me…
Though often contrary and border-less defined
for that same reason have kept me duty free from man
only subject to God! --
Therefore, when I die,
please hang my works on some moving wall --
No matter, museum or brothel:
A novel idea, perhaps throw them to the foot
of a purging water fall:
To be rushingly transported off to more saturating sea,
My suggestion not a mere medium of briny salt for addicted fishes
but moved on to fondly wished adventure residing aloft flow,
reunited with the many dearly departed extended composing
family of sometimes overly spicy, but always Creatively tasty
forever loved poetic Soupy Dishers now contributing to Heaven’s
pot of Party Soupy Literary Favors~ never-ending, never canned, organic
original Soupy Flavors. Buon Appetito!
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