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StarFlowers
Contributed by
Lee
on
Saturday, 8th January 2005 @ 05:32:22 PM in AEST
Topic:
scifi
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Medusa bobsled takes the Ice sickle pond to a hush Geronimo is sitting with the bulls Geronimo-Sitting-Bull chiseled In a porcelain bust
The celluloid tapestry Is firmly embedded In his brain
It's like mechanics Operating machinery The pulley headed the crane
It's not something You want to happen When you're going up The star-dazed mountain And the harness-rope slackens
I will be With weighted (Waiting) Frosted breaths In the heart Of the Ice Castle's depths
The Vestaisiax runs aground on majesty In its hull is firmly embedded The celluloid tapestry
In the Vestaisiax brain Is firmly embedded The identity of the last link in the chain Where the butterfly people can be met and netted
O two possums In the middle of the road had been run over O ruined possums!
Hungry wolves, Gentled the mentaled elks, a pleasant pheasant, The heron spreads its
Wings like a tarantula blossoms The Vestesiax hoo's like an owl in the dark Gliding through otherworldly eco-systems like a sonar lark
...I'm in a room Where the room Is inside me
And there are smells Of another seventy-five per scent Hydrogen 2 oxygen person
Cooking lima beans and creamed corn dreams And someone's cutting out newspaper articles That were pasted in a magazine
The stewed porcupine Is tastin' fine
Inside me There is a room And I'm in the room
I'm in a room Where the room Is inside me
Don't straight awake For the sleep escapes They'll only get you When you least expect it
The Vestaisiax has a dorsal fin and internal breaks With amphibious shapes It steers straight and true Upon the centuries to perfect it
Watch where you put Your palms On the scalding tea kettle
The sound of crunching Leaves calms The barking dogs to settle
StarFlowers in abundance Midday storytellers The window at the teller Looks like a hingeless door to the shingled cellar
Star Flow Ers In A Bun Da Nce
Scab and scar The grizzled man-the emerald woman-shivers (the sight) At his own repugnance Broken propellers And coins that didn't make it In the fountain pillars Swell, smarmy fellars
Scab Andscar Thegrizzeledmantheemeraldwomanshivers (the sight) At his Own Repug Na Nce
Da, na Da, na
If you feel the palms of the Vestaisiax You'll find the different chapters of time Mapped in the line creases Let's stay here in this galaxy Until love's tide ceases
Weepons of mass Emotion and devotion (groups in parachutes) And the People's Morning is standing on the grass They seized the weepons from the pictorial brute (moat promotion)
Copyright ©
Lee
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2005-01-08 17:32:22] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: StarFlowers
(User Rating: 1 ) by afterdark on
Saturday, 8th January 2005 @ 05:39:11 PM AEST (User
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Dame you need to really get out more.. |
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Re: StarFlowers
(User Rating: 1 ) by Lee on
Saturday, 8th January 2005 @ 09:23:25 PM AEST (User
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Thanks for your heartwarming comment.
I'm sure Dr. Surreal eel y'know Feel
will have a chance to make an
apointment with you. He thinks you
might have (cough) security issues.
He might advise you to be a little
more aware of your defense
mechanisms and how they
affect other people. Well,
as I say, in any case, and
in every case
you can usually find a nut-case.
Ha, ha. Get it, the case and the nut
and they go...together...
like birds...of a...feather
Gettin' Lost in the Atmosphere
Well, I'm off to outer space
You didn't want me here
You led a battalion
'Til I fled on my galactic stallion
Away from all of this in fear
I left in quite a fright
And all you could quip to say
Was "Don't forget to write"
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