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[aid] => mick
[title] => StarFlowers
[time] => 2005-01-08 17:32:22
[hometext] => Saga of the Vestaisiax (Segment II.)-An alternate version of StarFlowers to the one that will be featured in my book The Afternoon Moon Looms: Poems.
[bodytext] => 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) [comments] => 2 [counter] => 264 [topic] => 53 [informant] => Lee [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => scifi )
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