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[title] => Light in the Icarus Garden
[time] => 2005-07-05 13:33:54
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[bodytext] => Light in the Icarus Garden Lee Ferris Copyright © 2005 Lee Ferris Foreword Light in the Icarus Garden Ship of Kisses Zebra Xylophones The Dust of Only Sundays Womanhood in the Meantime of Mole Hills The Circular Congruence of an Indefinite Poem Reptile Whales Babe's Not Lovin' Telescope Kisses (Are Distant Wishes) Little Monstrosity Anonymously Renowned Dark Jar Tooth Well Strideless Star of Infinity Fortune of the Denim Hemmer Uteria Brize The Midnight Diamonds Glamorous Carnival Sideshow Concerto Espresso Don’t Ever Lose You I Can Feel a Heat Pulse Coming On Poems For Yoga Soft Generations I. Soft Generations II. Blue Goings III. If You Can’t Beat Them___Be Them Yellow Paper Foreword -My heart's demise is in the billows of the skies Page 1 Light in the Icarus Garden Hear me O moon You are the light bearer Twilight mistress I cast to you the runes Page 2 Ship of Kisses Down in the depths of this city We don't have to admit to it We're only the receivers of our duration We forgo all of the occupied interrogations Ship of Kisses Ship in the stars Can you tell me what is you really are? Page 3 Zebra Xylophones The muffled cries Lament Where did I Go wrong eh___you say Windy City Itsy glitchy Glitz of glittering Speaker phones Not much of a glamour marathon Or a dial tone gigabyte You constantly amaze The zebra xylophones Zebra zits are miniature Worker bee potato chips do you want to catch on fire Like a burning harpsichord bush? The muffled cries of Lost ammunition Discharged pollutants In the thick guerilla forests Page 4 The Dust of Only Sundays The dust of only Sundays Echoes through the walls of the ancients Perplexing nervous spheres Vines reaching for throats Rasping in their communal exports I eat cattle delicacies That are found exclusively In the dust of only Sundays I will not lose the plate of Fools I can scrape off the persona of injustice Lose the skinny any juice And participate in percipitation That will evaporate Into the dust of only Sundays Page 5 Womanhood in the Meantime of Mole Hills Furioso Mole Tension Is your armor breastplate You fight with invisible fists Pawning hysteria Daylight as consciousness Is your pneumonic device Neurotic device Dirt Shirtless and sleeves Fraught with the land of reason It is centrality Force of Nepal's Sequins laced in an old wedding dress Page 6 The Circular Congruence of an Indefinite Poem Millions They are staying They are playing Watching Stage light is forever staying Hollywood Is a training ground For beautiful mimes And disconcerted philosophers Their digits Are minds For tigers That are praying Page 7 Reptile Whales Great is the Lake You will make The greatest escape Warriors on the untamed terrain This breeze hits like a beached whale Bleached whale Pale whale If whales have scales Reptile whales The cavern Razor sharpened teeth Awaken motions Amongst criminals' concrete legs Page 8 Babe's Not Lovin' Babe's not lovin' Like she used to She only seems to want More of the groomless moon How I miss The soft parchment Radiance is all that she now will kiss She opens her wings Like a moth in daylight Frogs jump in the twilight delight She's just one of those moon kind Made up her mind to swoon kind Page 9 Telescope Kisses (Are Distant Wishes) Undoing of the celestial gown Tied up in knots The blood strains to clot A strainer sits on the sink Something you can really teeth your sink into Come on my friend Take a look inside There's a night time world Waiting for your frost-keen eyes We can determine our astral projections We have our silver cataracts for our protection You can interrupt this cycle of pre-gestation Page 10 Little Monstrosity You come out of the closet cloud Furious above the raging storm Insects are dragging your mouth The dark spots on the blotted hemisphere Are like a sight gag to you Eating the bunny mummy You arise from the light rock carcass The tunes are unbearable Fashions dated and unwearable Your beat Is like smelly uncooked meat And the beat drones On and on and on... Page 11 Anonymously Renowned I have a black tape subconscious microphone You'll never find me licking any wounds alone I am a Houdini Mussolini If you follow me Then you are bound to drown Anonymously renowned The situation of painful outcomes Will it suit you just fine? I am simply a living consequence An absolute mind If I got shot in the shoulder And had to play the score over The subliminal message would say There's an odor in your motor Page 12 Dark Jar Tooth Well I bathe in the moonlight shade A midnight chill of yawning perceptions Ice-pack deity You dropped the ragged umbrella Who is that in your dark jar tooth well? The portrait of the Lilly Ghost, Miss 'Tima Tell Ice-pack deity Lost to the freezing realm Who is that in your dark jar tooth well The portrait of the Lilly Ghost, Miss 'Tima Tell Page 13 Strideless Star of Infinity Standing outside a vacant telephone booth Thumbing through the pages of an invisible telephone book After the address of the timeless Strideless Star of Infinity I once knew Returning often to the tune of the harmony moon O the harmony moon Forgetting not to shine in my mind I fill frozen like glacier life Not a place of definite time Fritters are fried in the scalloped 'taters I will catch you on the next moon some time later Not a place of definite time I remain like glacier life Tulips are devoted to the harmony moon You are far away from me in your Palace Womb Page 14 Fortune of the Denim Hemmer Some say porcupines are to pilfer Inside their eyes are tubes of silver Eating plastic army bazookas The chewing is ungluing all of the hydrogen components Automize the excellent pears They are ripe with lush green wares Never devise a plutonium elemental combustion unit Capable of distorting the love of our gasoline planet Fortune of the denim hemmer A red lemon frothing with bitterness The grapefruit called it a squirt The hearth kite is flying on a sneezed breeze in the sky Page 15 Uteria Brize I caught Uteria walking down the lane one day at 45 Stone Plow Astro Wheel Park ___he was waiting in line to see the animal relics that crowded theorems and postulates within his heart He sprayed spylights with mascara ___the spylights could have been skylights Had it not been that they were lights that spied Looking down on Junkwhere Town ___she never stopped the dirty clotted clowns From jumping on laundry trumpets and dipping their clown noses in tea for crumpets Yeah I caught Uteria walking down the lane ___maybe ten twenty five or 30 times He poured salt on mollusks just to see the exact shape of their brains ___and when he'd done that he gave them all silly unlikely pet names Page 16 The Midnight Diamonds I do not I do not want I do not want to live this way I want the midnight diamonds Inside of my chest to open up And explode into the day Midnight diamonds I am in the tractor beam Everything is just as it seems I shoot through stars' inevitable dreams Oh the Midnight diamonds Her love Is like a fleeting sun Racing to its oblivion The galaxy can not hold her If only I had told her But she was never there Only in the wanton moon's facial glare Oh only the midnight diamonds love me They will open up inside my chest Heave out a fish gill breath And perhaps then I will feel the heat pulse Page 17 Glamorous Carnival Sideshow I like tea and Martians too Crumpet feathers will not due Who grew the floop And cooped the flu? I am not sure who is you This is a dilly in the drill A part without its sum of hearts The cartwheel flips the wig Geiger counter jumpstarts Oo I am a tiger-lamb Engaged in a cage So very crammed Page 18 Concerto Espresso Waiting in the wings The silence of the conjurer sings ___He calls the hills to abide his side Wanting nothing more than coffee filters to be pure gold And the beans will sprout inside our soul ___Old man time’s hourglass is our glass Our glass Our glass to pour forth the liquid of tranquility ___His ailing bones are for our stability I would never leave this place If the moon had a real face ___In the wings of forever I will wait Page 19 Don’t Ever Lose You Twenty mint minutemen came into the castle There are many reasons why they had to make her cackle I really want to bake a cake And send it to the awful utopia You are all alone in your star land raindrops Why have you asked me to drop off that smile package here? Come here and give me that voice hare right here Don’t ever lose you You will be the only you You will ever have Don’t ever lose you You in the faux-tan fur coat Dancing on the fervent mill-toad Page 20 I Can Feel a Heat Pulse Coming On Heat ___Sweat Tears Ventilate ___Jacket pockets Dearest years I can feel ___A heat pulse Coming on Under morning laboratory ___The turtle takes it’s sweet time To fake a yawn Page 21 Poems For Yoga Meditate the lives of lost gone stars Never fading in to the mourning of scars I love you dearly, I surely do One of these mornings the spylights will have their due Gesteria Jex you are the life of my light I breathe in the future of your ankles angled so right Move this way Move around I move up and I move sidesplitting down Adorning the room of lovely interiors You are the brightest thing to reflect off any mirror Page 22 Soft Generations I. Soft Generations Soft generations I wonder what they think is truth Could they take their lives and meld them into Soft generations Soft generations The light refraction Staring off you get a sense of their keen distraction Soft generations Soft generations You can become an awful utopia youth All you have to do is let them into you Soft generations Soft generations Exasperated to their fullest extent Replete with minds where their time’s been split Soft generations Soft generations You can become an awful utopia youth All you have to do is let them blue the troops Soft generations Page 23 II. Blue Goings It may seem like a regular admonition But I’ve gone to the landscape’s circular position I never liked the Civil Ball I always felt pushed up against a wall They are under my skin And now it is sinking in They have scratched passed the surface Trying to affect my sense of self-worth Page 24 III. If You Can’t Beat Them___Be Them Umpteen time....coffee break....You are going to the youth rally.... ____I really cannot understand this....Why have I joined this disorganization? France’s pants....Francis’s Pants....Franco’s Paso.... ____I understand now....But I do not know....Why? Page 25 Yellow Paper If I were to perchance a poem on yellow paper And it was written in a language I could not understand ___Who would translate it for me? The first baseman never hesitated He threw the ball and it was a double play ___These words could fill a thousand stadiums Waiting in the wings You know I can seek the palace of comprehension ___Inside of the poem’s only dreams Page 26 [comments] => 1 [counter] => 191 [topic] => 31 [informant] => Lee [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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