Beneath the laminated heavens built for you and I,
memories in turn of century cylinders are lost and
passing by. They beckon with a wail and personal applause
Inviting you to join, before the day withdraws.
Ignore the early stations, lost in their vignettes -
A reservoir of gemini left purling in its wake,
the scent of east-side lobster served well past its date,
daylight wasting in a condo twice sublet,
and elderflower friends that you have never MET.
Depart at Bowery and look for me -
where excess steam exhales forgotten memories
whispered out by cafes turned to sensory
bazaars, and dissipates among avowals left undone
by boys preoccupied by counting stars, not suns.
Exhausting spirits in proportion to their zinfandel -
Until you wander back by east-side locking doors,
past sleeping cats in midnight grocery stores,
at last to sunken homes with tortoise shells
to sleep beneath the echoes of farewells.
the once laminated memories
now peel away in folds
each fold cutting deep
haunting me
the smiles and
ecstatic laughter
of those years
taunts me
the ripples of youth dig
deep into my skin
seeping lines deep
haunting me
taunting me
I am a watcher. I watch. I think. I am standing by a laminated wad of rotting brown ice; glacier. Somehow she is more resplendant for her age and degrading slough. She will carve off in hunks, destined to float in the sluch of a Svalbard inlet. Destined to become brown water a million years old. And this is still beauty. A beauty of age is of more substance than a beauty of youth, for it as endured millenia. Like the Greenland Shark; he lives for hundreds of years himself and is beautiful. For his knowledge.
dying ice sloughs off
melting, warmth of ice water
rinsing off shark remnants
Lips mops caress waterfalls crash metallic nerve laughing gas confession
watermelon sugar sister scissors
clocks tick loud like shaved ambergris
Laminated kerosene lamps illuminate
Evanescence oblivious presence
Skull bird knives spike of peachy creamery
Pentagram ouija board machinery’
Throats chokes, nose pinched in bleached milkshakes. tiny ears buried speechless
Mousetrapped.
I gave it all
.
Dawn revealed a radiance
From the fallen snow of yesterday
Looking out the door did reveal
Sparrows
Feeding through little cracks
In snow's blanket upon the driveway
The Leland Cyperus' limbs are confectioner's
Sugar dusted
Pecan trees' naked skeletons white laminated
Wonderful rising sun upon the horizon
Casting radiating yellow between the shadowy trees
The light shrouds me with peace
As the quiet fills me with content
Then the call of the crow
Alarms, awakens
I wonder what food source they will have
In the snow
To carry them this cold day
laminated white
trees, shrubs, green rose bushes' leaves....
brilliant sun rises
garden fence top board glistens
dove stands with fluffed feathers
I just recall my
College love life
When a girl answer
My love in a tissue paper.
I treasure that moment
And that tissue paper
I keep it laminated
Until today, i just hid it
In my memory
And my secret album.
Just following mind-grooves,
hunting the smell of vinyl
and laminated covers,
no music available
only an inaudible sense
of myself
whistling aimlessly
through collections -
recollections,
the reissued
fade-outs of the faded.
Nothing too much to bear
between ear to ear,
only the well-worn, well scratched,
revolutions of the heart - its pulse
a rhythmic clicking of dry fingers
to the beat
of long muted tunes.
Your love message in
A tissue paper, I kept
It laminated.
Pilgrim Transported to A Sacred Space
Weary And Torn but not Folorn
To Implore of the Goddess Face to Face
A Quiet Place, Comforted In Her Embrace, Her Grace,
The Liminal Space, Void of Facades Where Humble Prayers Prevailing
Desire is A Watery Vessel With Hopeful Supplications
Laminated, Hoisted For Vigilant Sailing
Sailing, Navigating Her Crystal Fountain
Bearing Through Currents, Swelling, Expanding
Realining, Refining Brass Rusted by The Salted Sea
Sheltered By The Stormy Blast, Her Tender Care Bestowed
Stilled In Ordered Chaos From Her Comforts Flow
Sufficient Is Her Bosom, Hail The Watery Throne
Sheltered From Boisterous Waves, Fears Vanquished, Abandoned and Disowned.
He's an elder now so don't dare forget.
He has special needs and they need to be met..
Always been a hot boy so keep the thermostat down,
or he'll gulp too much water and in urine you'll drown..
Never was a barker but now lets you know.
Better pay attention or he'll just let it flow..
The laminated flooring makes his joints ouch and
his old bones can no longer reach the soft couch.
He needs carpeting or bedding to lie down and slouch..
Those short walks are great but his back legs go out.
Make sure it's flat surfaces with no hills to mount..
A breakfast and a dinner, let his nose lead the way,
and this 120 pd dog is happy and sleeps the rest of his day.
It’s a muscle car, a super car, a racing car, yeah
She’s speeding down the highway, with the wind in her hair
It’s a muscle car, a super car, a racing car, yeah
Burning up the highway like she don’t have a care
It’s a muscle car, a super car, a speeding machine
Shes speeding like she wants to go too fast to be seen
It’s a muscle car, a super car, a bullet on wheels
Only she could drive while wearing stiletto heels
It’s a muscle car, a super car, it cuts through the night
She’s flicked a switch and now it’s lights are piercing and bright
It’s a muscle car, a super car, I’ve got to be there
Now I only see its lights and yet I don’t care
It’s a muscle car, a super car, it’s freedom or bust
It’s steel at speed and frankly it’s why I bit the dust
It’s a muscle car, a super car, and it sent me off
For its laminated windshield wasn't good for a moth
An old octagon table
with a laminated press board top
Left outside it may soon rot
legs of steel make it heavy
Lifting it alone not quite able
dragged it out the back door into the mud
For rest sat on it with a thud
steel legs sank deep into the soft ground
Now a bench on display
for in the back yard it now stays
Still should move it not really an excuse
but it is a nice place to roost.
laminated love
institutionalized us
dead marriage-go-round
laminated loves
sociopathos dream state
lovers lane land minds
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