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[title] => Twilight City of the Futurist Mind (draft)
[time] => 2005-07-06 15:35:59
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[bodytext] => Twilight City of the Futurist Mind A novel of speculative fiction Lee Ferris Copyright 2005 Lee Ferris Chapter One “Rainbows found you plucked,� incited the StarFlower, “Errands for an altered poplar lineage.� Zebba Whitsen had heard tell that he was plucked from the farthest ends of a poplar on a rainbow's path by the universe itself. He has seen men with keys on their heads, knocking against the dirt floors of log cabins. They are made of tiny bones seemingly nonexistent. “Don't grab your watch and check the time for the hourly chime that sounds in a tune of catechisms.� Zebba Whitsen stated calmly. Lollygag Brutus: Cats scatter around the grocery parking lot . They scatter and scatter Their fur is much tattered They are so flattered When the traffic does stop Upside-down teeth Will you dig under the ground, teeth? The StarFlower: The keyhole Where the see-through room Becomes a universe of its own Zebba Whitsen: I don't really Need to know How much it Cost to afford Your brain transplant After all, you're Not exactly looking For Mr. Exclusive How would you like it If I gave you Balcony seats To a street-side opera And we met Like two strangers In a room full of people Suddenly, Your mind is dancing Around in disbelief As the ground gives way To an ensemble of the Milky Way And you're at a loss for words to say Zebba Whitsen: I saw a man on the boulevard Playing a flute by the fruit vendors He lit a carrot stick And watched a rabbit perform a hat trick The nights come and they go Journey for how much you know Parsven Undertoad: Will you shake a stick, And expect it to heal all who are sick? Will you stand on one toe, And channel all of your energy flow? Sally Astronomicle: I don't want to bring us to this Let's go up from here And breathe where the air is crisp Vestaisiax: I know Of dogs Some who growl Some who sound Lonely when They howl Dry throats Of the fated Soap opera singers They are looking for new ways To transport their voices Through the universe Professor Obrioutte: What can you Really do with The periodical table Of the elements? Can you stand On top of it? Better yet, can You stand on Science books piled On top of It? Will the Ninety-two naturally Occurring elements Be useful In the year 9292 As much As they Are now? Zebba Whitsen: I hear whistles from metal Spaceship teakettles Painted in intricate Vestaisian sideway patterns I caught a Saturnian trout With a rhinoceros snout And a wickless lantern It's a careening ride Of particle accelerators Wonder of the air-cars Zebba Whitsen: Sunlight pours through The elusive curtains I am found In the drained river of Mars Developing as an embryo A goose egg of mercy Parsven Undertoad: For I've got Centuries of eye-sores in my mind Jarring, emptying out my fears 'Neath the ironic moon O, why, for so long, To have undermined This existence of mine Zebba Whitsen: Guess you, too, Could live there In that place It's a house Of many doorsteps And a welcome mat That says, "Welcome Back, Ya Slick Rat!" I don't want to discourage you From turning yourself into the authorities You really do belong behind bars It would probably be for the best If you were locked up The StarFlower: I want you to think not Of courageous limo rides Or taxi fares In the morning rush to get To some important business meeting Think not of the "now� you have created With your sugar substitutes And fat free meals But with a mind that thinks of the "now� That you have truly come to embody Vestaisiax: You don't know who you really should be Well, listen here it's okay We've all felt that way Firemen do not spit fire They help to put fires out Many men can be consumed By the burning flames of their doubts Caught in a lumberjack tribe Thumbs on laser-guns shot out of the hazy sky Zebba Whitsen: Sunlight pours into A stuffy room Of ethereal essence Below the surface of cement There is a cellar leading to a hidden room Far away from their advanced society Lollygag Brutus: Eat what is On your plate Seconds together are a minute too late Crickets, praying mantis, water bugs, ants (If you eat nine fire ants instead of just ten, You will grow eight fire ant totem poles on your chin) The StarFlower: In the night time world's Cherubim girl� Vestasiax: Do not deny that your mind resides In the house of sin You can't decide How to play hopscotch w/the Concept of Zen Art is defined as Folly, want a Quaker? What if one was to fall asleep For one hundred years and awaken to a state of epiphany? Lollygag Brutus: There is a man Sitting on his hands He likes to eat with his feet At the interstellar buffet called Big Pete's It just so happens he drinks from a radioactive can Vestaisiax: You can journey With me and Learn about New cultures New worlds Or you can go Run along With everyone else And do the hesitation routine The Memory Holder: Some creatures can take Word cakes And with them a composition They will make Forging their destinies With portraits made fake Zebba Whitsen: We have gone Through Saturn's rings And now we have passed the space lakes Vestaisiax: Welcome to the Realm of space You are welcome here In the starry realm The StarFlower: You know that I can Never be apart from You know that They said I would Never be a part of Zebba Whitsen: The realm of space The way to fame Inside a pretty shell The faces you see In the star-land freeze Look somewhat strange Vestaisiax: Peering into eyes a'gleaming W/prisms of colors and light I see you have found the orchestra, the assembled delight Lollygag Brutus: Will you disassemble With the rest of us In the particle ray? They'll let loose The polyester couch-hounds And we'll be on our way Zebba Whitsen: In outer space There is no one Like you around I can't hear Their gravity sound Our atmosphere will never be found Let us Let loose in our Inter-planetary town The StarFlower: I want to show You where no man's pride Can take him on a gentle space ride Where a realm Of moon-jumpers Dance to a spatial tide Zebba Whitsen: Have you seen the stars up close? Sally Astronomicle: Fleeing the cold Within an old worn Blanket of a ship Feeling the untold Histories of these Future civilizations within my cerebral cortex Zebba Whitsen: I feel the energy inside of me boil Very soon the space capsule Will touch down on alien soil I will look for someone like you when I get there Someone who has a kind mind And who is not afraid to care Zebba Whitsen: I have seen The jumping horses They are streetlights in distress I have read The planet's discourses How did we get mixed up in this galactic mess? Professor Obrioutte: It seems something Has agitated the ambassadors They're in quite a fit Over deliberations of peace And the solar system Wants to quit Zebba Whitsen: Now, I love a good show just like anybody With candies, popcorn And a nice big soda to drink But when the thing across from you Tries to eat you as a compromise It's a little bit hard to think The StarFlower: I want to Take a mop And even just one drop Of wisdom would Help shine this floor Of galactic delegates up like new We will get the people all ready Before this place looks like A futuristic zoo Zebba Whitsen: This time it's not bad Good space suits will protect us We're always in pursuit of a good space suit Lollygag Brutus: No, this time This time It's not bad Zebba Whitsen: And this time No, not this time I won't be left In my Plasma-ray tears All cold and sad The StarFlower: I bet you can't Catch the daylight In an asteroid shower Sally Astronomicle: You're not going to Let the curtains open, Are you now? Lollygag Brutus: I am floating On the surface Of a slightly crazed moon And it's not A bland eucalyptus That I'm eating on my bologna sandwich Zebba Whitsen: Where have I gone to? Have you gone, too? Am I alone w/a dozen of buffoons? To the mind control hole All of my hopes Seem so lost A recollection Of the moon's shadow I have come across The StarFlower: I think I'm in love with it The living matter that separates us From the neutrality of being Adds yet another layer To the ever-revolving Equation of universal theories Zebba Whitsen: I want to love the neutrality of being But to attain it is not to gain it It's like losing a piece of yourself Professor Obrioutte: There are principles to live by And principles that defy The ideology of living matter There are ways to attain A neutrality of being If you look past life's everyday patterns Zebba Whitsen: Have you seen the rose-eyed wandering spirit? There is so much everywhere in the cold air In this dreamy cityscape It's a nightly affair Where from the walls of our brain We gently escape Vestaisiax: Come alive From the life you led I never knew how much you bled The Memory Holder: The blood is fresh But the voice Is fading cold Vestaisiax: Mr. Spaceman Do what you can Give the galaxy a hand Sally Astronomicle: Mr. Spaceman Do what you must I'll wait for you at dusk Lollygag Brutus: The gingerbread man is Going to meet his baker I've got a fast draw W/the sugar shaker The StarFlower: You've got to know The limits of your mind So you don't just fall behind The Memory Holder: They're at the Spaced-out Daydream drive-in Where the picture screen Is silver-motion strivin' Zebba Whitsen: Sally, do you Want some Milk Yums and Martian squid? The main premise Of the film we're going to watch Is to learn how to live and to forgive Mikhel: Do you wish to hold A warm, pulsating setting In your tender palms? W/the eyes of divinity Casting down their woeful gazes On the still-breath calm They have arsenals at their disposal It feels sometimes Like they're examining us on specimen slides Have they already reached you? Reached your weakness? Will you admit them into your Theatre of mortal imbalance? I found a ticket stub on strange soil It read: Admit won Zebba Whitsen: Who has the cowbell? Do you have the address Of where the tree fell? Pray tell Dip your bone soup Out with a ladle-compass I will eat those words Brooms, give me your dooms I've got your tune Tighten your pants And off you go prance I am going To paddle out On the temporal lake And make Piranhas school in A direction of distinct strobes Follow me To the shores Of pineapple grapple With me and a dilettante Zebba Whitsen: I've got a million things in mind To keep my head off the floor But none of them reminds me of you Saw your picture in a newspaper Drew a mustache on your face If you could only see it And there was this clown Who didn't want to frown But I could tell how much his Shoes we're hurting his feet� Lollygag Brutus: "We are approaching The Rhododendron of the Shopping Mall Cosmos And we'll have a field day Photosynthesizing our merchandise The StarFlower: A planet catacomb Made up of many hedgerows Turns the dust of day into the hush of night Parsven Undertoad: For the plural lapel To pull the card house builders Temple out from under The shrugged rugs I might kiss the ring On your royal highness's hand And offer a blessing of courtesy And gifts of laurel wreaths Let me bring you the photograph book The Memory Holder: No, that won't be necessary Parsven Undertoad: Oh, but I must insist That you not resist This opportunity To rekindle your Affections with The fragrant territory That you Discovered In your youthful days Zebba Whitsen: Let's cause the get together on the Old sergeant's garment shoeshine Chloroformed hangers Scraped on a memory's surface Amidst centennial lovers Why would you not believe? Elks will represent men in court Why would you not believe? Walking down the street In shadowy defiance Is not Socially acceptable Why would you not believe? Gravity has lost Its pull Zebba Whitsen: I'm groggy in portrait soup Good to the first drop I wade in it like it's a pool A pool full of mules Drudging through the mud Oh, no I think I've Got a slight touch Of trepidation I may not know it But I've got two rows Of front teeth Corroded w/spontaneity Tih, tah Tih, teh Wha, chaw Whan, yaw I hope you don't take off your shoes In Japanese mourning markers Stones that moan And I groan On a soft drink That expunges all lack of reason It's yummy! Nobody There Zebba Whitsen: A rooster crowing Half-past midnight A knock at the door You look, But there's nobody there I want to know The video plea What were the captive's final words? Before his voice melted Distorted Lost like great ships Throughout the Bermuda Triangle Lollygag Brutus: You shot the- Oh my- In the foot His gravity boots Almost lost their way I exile the recipient from ardor There's an institution Of flowing, flowing Ball bearings hang from his knees A leaf that has Flaky wings aloof Horseshoe-crab dragonflies There's a Hawaiian shirt pastoral A jalopy is hopping On its left front tire Trapped in the Celluloid Tapestry Wires run through Circuits of termites Screws in a bench Are not profane Tell me you are not scared of quadrilaterals I hope the speaking Is from medieval dragons Leaves are wings On Romans are roamin' Opinionated persimmons limit Their attitudes by judging Others around them Zebba Whitsen: Tell me who you are Tell me where you've been Will we ever meet again? Let me hold you 'til we're close You act like I'm a ghost You met at Venus's haunted coast We'll dance across the glass river Of love taking flight Space-lady, be mine tonight The Memory Holder: I sent you out here To do as I please Now is the time For you to release Our mind-controlling disease Release it on their unsuspecting minds Release it now For now Is the proper time Parsven Undertoad: To be sure I would do it if I only knew That you didn't have it in For me, too The StarFlower: I've never seen you Eat twenty beetles and creek-beds All in one sitting Are you tired from the star-fields? Are you rough from the star-fields? Are you one with the star-fields? Rat propeller Puts them to sleep Conversations blending Together make for The karate breaks the body In a self-discipline Here you get bargain buys I've got cowboy hats And turbine cats Just take a look in The spindle bin I've got you a necklace of pendulums Men whose chins Bonk like the guitars of honkytonks Lollygag Brutus: Do you hear the sounds all around? Do you know the handshake of the clowns? In the little fire truck engines They'll throw pies in each other's faces Oversized pocket watches clonking hammers The common places Sally Astronomicle: I saw that guy over there He had questionably bendable spectacles The citable cyclone man has been deemed respectable The StarFlower: Spatial fractions Augmentation sings Pegasus's mighty pink wings Zebba Whitsen: At the pancake breakfast There are still a few bites left My stomach lets me know when I've had enough Professor Obrioutte: Spiders in a sling Monarchs without a king A subpoenaed wild permissive fling Cattle on a string Maestros going to cringe Outsides what will bring The StarFlower: Peacock feathers manifest Jeckels jovially jest The sleep police to the caffeine people do arrest Parsven Undertoad: Do you want to eat pine trees in power lines? Do you want to go to the quick diners where supposed men dine? Do you want to go where pay phones and eighteen wheelers intertwine? Vetaisiax: In the mouth of the cavernous chasms The tow truck has mental spasms The wooded cabin cultivates a culture of related kin Practice the methods of warming food with tin Look carefully at the molecules under the lens Where the space explorers go to make sense Zebba Whitsen: Deluxe apartments are haunted Precarious poltergeists Insects blue in the ice tray Inner-city country house A mutant laundry mouse cuts the cheese With silverware it lifted from the local department store The StarFlower: On ancient walls, Inscribed by Mystics' scrawls: As a partial entity Going in A room, alone A white Skyline Tearing through The façade Until the copper gods Erase the dawn Vestaisiax: The color scheme of radiant beauties A small branch of life reaches thin loving blades The thickest thicket green in the swamp of Mars Zebba Whitsen: Her Green Eyelids Awake in me A space explorer's interest One Large Star The StarFlower: I started out A human being From a desolate planet I was fleeing Now I'm part Of one large star That holds the Universe together The balance Is forever being challenged Until another hero Puts down the coup And then the revolution starts anew For now there is Something I must do The StarFlower: It is time to go away It is time to find another way They stammer For fear of the hammer To touch on them, the villagers By the lady giant Giantess She would not stomp on The birth certificate of a Venus flytrap Indigenous landmarks Beady eyes comprise Nonchalant, they haunt If while attempting to count The hairs on your head You were to find Spiders nesting hydras And if while attempting to build Anthills Instead of dogs We were attracted To the fire hydrants Zebba Whitsen: Things came to life Heralded through unseen forces Not knowing, not knowing It's an inner uncertainty Then I knew, by the vast explosion Then I knew the universe had cracked up and it was broken What could it all mean? Does space fit in my scheme? Such strange sultry beings Space was mine for that evening Is there space? Enough for me Set aside some constellation whatever it may be If I can't have what I want here I'll take what I can get there I'll go away Leaving scaled fish behind O I'll see how the sun will shine At daybreak when in my spaceship I'm climbing the sky The StarFlower: Birds swarming like a locust-tornado Flying around garden-writ thoughts of Plato Nope, the fiddler was not kidding When he wrote the ditty For all the pretty felines Being fond of the fawns who consider standing upright a vocation The StarFlower: Time is the way We acknowledge Knowledge lions Lollygag Brutus: Slightly scoffed a gravity shoe Zebba Whitsen: With hair fish polluting the Gulf Stream I dive right in To the Mediterranean Sea Sally Astronomicle: Are you entertained by having twenty hairs on your pedestal? I hope they dance around in a circle of joy We can watch the flight of the silver-haired bat I am overwhelmed with joy For the latest incarnation Of symbolic space rangers Zebba Whitsen: This is relinquishment Generated an oblique percent My rapid rivers running From the sky Past my window Finally earth-soak in succumbing The StarFlower: I was a true infant Placenta the infinite Strained in distant Parsven Undertoad: Make me out For another doubt I'm not done No Not yet I have still got some debts There is a tree with a tunnel Underneath its trunk If you go there the sun will shrink away And your pocket-watch will have shrunk Zebba Whitsen: Gobs of gooey sugar blobs They don't eat out at the fast food places They just take it to the hip street races I think they might want to reconsider All things concerning the outward appearance 'Cause inside They might hide A new sort of carnival ride Where we can all decide how to live our lives The Memory Holder: Temper, temper Never let a widow goose Make a sudden whimper Without your mind you are merely limping limbs Do you mind if I dust off these microscopic gems? The StarFlower: Help this lad for he is puzzled Many of his masks look like his face is troubled Is he terribly held captive by his own emotions? Should he plead his case with a jury of himself In the court of the serene? Zebba Whitsen: How am I supposed to find myself? I'm trying desperately to hide from myself The StarFlower: Perpetuate It perpetuates Yet man cannot breathe life into and thus create Itself Perpetuating the cycle of man Increasing in nature Developing culture Industrializing nations and mass-producing Sensationalizing headlines Young lad, it is time for beddy-bye The Memory Holder: Where Where do you go when you sleep? Do you dream? Or do you dream a false dream? Of lying awake in bed Rubbing your eyes until they are red Are you asleep yet, kid? Is it your nighttime fears you just cannot be rid? He says he is not so sure about energy so pure He would rather think it over But it could be over the longer he thinks Everything so precious, gone in a wink The StarFlower: Waking up from newly implanted dreams Everything is not exactly what it seems The Memory Holder: Have all of yesterday's thoughts been retrieved? So again they may be reused For we would not want the lad to be relieved Vestaisiax: They are zeroing in on all of your fears They are crunching numbers And turning your fierce gears The Memory Holder: Soon you will be just fine Lad, I think you will have a wonderful mind Yes, you came to the right place Where zeroing in on the fears you try to escape Is the name of my game The StarFlower: Here is the new galaxy: Grass jumpers on a stealth parade Wax dummies coming to life Ready to finagle the frightened senoritas And steal their Spanish dialect Parsven Undertoad: Don't be surprised if a wax dummy Were to come up beside you And whisper sweet nothings in your ear While adversely trying to suffocate Your knowingness of stability To make your reality as his To make your reality turn to wax Zebba Whitsen: I spit my lip and See it drip the bit of the Cosmic ships sure glimpse Zebba Whitsen: We have come to find the man Who holds the memory to our lives The key is in his mind Lollygag Brutus: The key is in his memory Without our memories We are like sailors lost to the sea Sally Astronomicle: We shall find this man Who has our thoughts locked up He has own personal spaceship That is where we will look And we will find our minds that he took Vestaisiax: The flames of anger Against the Holder have been stoked In the fire of lost knowledge He will have to cope with memory folk Zebba Whitsen: Driving down the road Daylight shines across the windshield The faces that you goad Are looking at us like we're not real I think you know just where we are It's a stumbling step To where the spaceship is kept Can we make it there that far? And once we make it to the foreign island Will we understand the native tongue Or will we have to run? Parsven Undertoad: You may have learned A new kernel of wisdom But don't think I can't take you down The rest of your memory May never be found Zebba Whitsen: My mind! Zebbe Whitsen: Your mind? Zebbe Whitsen: O the amethyst prince How his eyes do wince To see your desperate retrieval Of lost memories in time's suspense The Memory Holder: I implore this O this Enigmatic night Sally Astronomicle: Scattered in the Wilderness of your mind Are our lost memories The ones You have unfairly Hid from us The Memory Holder: Am I not to be a puzzled merchant of sorts? Selling back your minds that you say I've stolen So that your minds are my minds Could be your minds once again Sally Astronomicle: Medieval laughter echoes all around You give me something You in your castle When you turn on the film projector I can see so many images yet they do not appear So clear I looked into the eye Of the terrible guy He made me tremble in fear You know what I saw When I stared in awe At the portrait of the man of law? A scarecrow made of straw Zebba Whitsen: You make me live into the moon I'll jump into the pruned blooms Your my darling of the twilight I can only see you through glimpses of starlight We're turning ourselves in We're turning ourselves into the night Parsven Undertoad: Do you know what happens to people like us? We get put on the one-way ticket subconscious bus We get a ride Passing the green hills by We can't even look at the sky behind Vestaisiax: Weirded out Out of this time Unheard of on this spatial tide Dropped off the face of this place Never heard from again None of the galaxy's highway men Zebba Whitsen: I know what I know And white wings are flapping so slow Why don't you just let us all go? Let us have our minds We will be fine If you let our lives unwind Do you work Under benevolent pretenses? I want to know for my own defenses Lollygag Brutus: Maybe he's an entity all to himself Maybe he doesn't work for anyone else The sky eat him up! Pigs fly on his nasal hair! He's coming near you, Zebba Don't let him get to you, be aware The Memory Holder: You're very lively without the full capabilities of your minds I think I shall keep you this way You may never know who I really am But I will tell you who you are today It is you who work under benevolent pretenses You really have no defenses You're defenseless and senseless I'm going to give you the chance to change sides But never will I give you back your artificial minds Sally Astronomicle: Can it be? Lollygag Brutus: We're not so free? Zebba Whitsen: Truly, can it be? The Memory Holder: Man, you must see! Look what he has done to you That's why I have come to you This is an hour of need When you must escape the StarFlower's greed He is after all of your mind's power The StarFlower: So you have made A case against me You have told them That they did not see You are invading my mental facilities So that I cannot receive all of what they communicate The Memory Holder: Do you really want To attract my attention? Do you really want To attack your Powers of retention? Do you? My mind Is infused Into you� Zebbe Whitsen: Infusion Is an illusion I'm the generic twin of Space explorer men Minds downsize You're holding on to Something that does Not belong to you� Parsven Undertoad: I will eliminate this threat Step on up and place your bets Because if there is one thing The Holder cannot stand It is a mind it cannot understand So think one last thought and Zebba Whitsen: On a day like today There are too many ostrich-locks In the garden of incredulous thought Let's be honest There was once a man Who had tin pans And he gave all of his Gold dust to the snake men Of the unreal sands What was my neutral reaction But to be a shadow, sign, sun Bike rack has no occupants Seed by foot Decry baron crooks I will not let you take away The pockmarked beauty of walkways And there will be great clouds of tiny Bugs which astound us with shiny Exploits of wings, things, And unrivaled dreams The Memory Holder: There are things you just don't know Many places where you are afraid to go But let me take you to the far-out place With sapphire eyes and a pure blue face The StarFlower: The color is vital blood red The fresh lives being led Lollygag Brutus: Do you want to go to the desert of the squawking crow? Then we will have to fly the ship pretty low Zebbe Whitsen: Have I spoken of the inner-mind gems? Do you wish to seek them? Did you ever think you might be them? Zebba Whitsen: I will take a roast beef on pumpernickel Hold the mayo and the pickles We all know how some minds can be fickle Lollygag Brutus: I have knickknacks Where my mind does lack A hack-a-sack (all alone) His name is Zebba Whitsen Some say he is at his wit's end Do not accuse his hair of having split ends ('cause it don't) Zebba Whitsen: Yeah, we stopped The Memory Holder Before he could lock us in the mind-control hole He would have left us dazed, dumb and out in the twilight cold Now all we have to do is get back home The StarFlower: A task that will not be easy Gee, I hope your stomach is not feeling queasy You'll have to meet the liquor-tuned Biibyl Midribel In the joint called Slice o' Greasy" Zebba Whitsen: If it must be done Do it we must...and have lunch Lollygag Brutus, go fetch the purified water From the Venusian elephant's trunk Sally Astronomicle: O scotch-guarding scooters Catapult from canyon cannons on Jupiter When we ride to Quadrant U we better test the subterranean sub-woofers Zebba Whitsen: I see something beautiful It rests in your eyes Sally Astronomicle: We are all made of triangles Moving through silver skies Open the door to the shingled cellar I guess you are an interstellar fellar� Lollygag Brutus: I wish you two would continue This engaging conversation Some other time For now we must Meet the one We have been trying so hard to find... Biibyl Midribel Parsven Undertoad: Biibyl Midribel is an old acquaintance of mine I cheated him out of his bounty many a time He has always held it against me, but I will not hide His nose is crooked His face looks funny He likes to eat eggs that are runny Argh! Me matey He is a space pirate with a ship named Sadie And he tries to woo all the ladies I do not like him very much I equate him to a fester of pus He is always blabbing about pointless stuff The Wondermaker Vestaisiax: Jumping rats Ate my can't On senses to enhance The StarFlower: If you look into the sky Notice The wondermaker The Other Side of the Galaxy Zebba Whitsen: Yeah, you know You just cannot let go O everyone is going pro Professor Obrioutte: When you start to shiver and shake Just remember that you are not an invertebrate And don't let anyone tell you that them's the breaks Zebba Whitsen: I'm going to jump across the Gajhgut Hills I will find something more than real It looks like an alligator is licking its chops And I will look for you On the other side of the galaxy I'll look for you, I'll look for you On the other side of the galaxy Keeping It All Together Sally Astronomicle: I feel freezing My mind is easing On to the picnic table That sits spits teething Zebba Whitsen: Winds of fire World of flaming brains Keeping it all together Keeping it slightly sane Wenduvian Women: A figure of a man Conjectured in his shadow Dogs are waterlogged In the straight and (bone) marrow Space Leopards: Say, we will return Let the chorus wheel burn All chameleon thoughts, we will discern When Sunlight Through the Window Came Zebba Whitsen: When sunlight through the window came Pouring through like the Persian armies Crowding Drought and Harmony In the Drying Season The Oligantigalle Prose Militia had already Extended itself to the Cod Regallas� Cosmic Collapse Biibyl Midribel: There are rumors… Of the StarFlower's origins And how he forged twilight into flame Marring an inexplicable stain Strange Western After-life Dream Zebba Whitsen: Come around and join the celebration We will slow dance To eternity's sweet melodies And then the swift fiddler Will join the banjo player And bluegrass will emanate from the concert hall Come around and join the celebration This is a glimpse into A strange Western after-life dream Grab your partner Dose-e-doe Let loose your joy and forget your woes There is a herd of mythic cattle And their hooves were made of pure gold They are said to graze in vast fields O to find them searching on the living plains in vain Yet here in the dream Here in the dream… Tabal Sforen Parsven Undertoad: I have a big belt-buckle W/a mural of skeletal steers Let us be spirited cowpokes in this ghost town Six shooters And I think I have Caught my spurs in the sagebrush Phosphorous bandits in bandanas Rickety steel wagons w/so much gold They ride right through them I want your silver coins in my saddlebags Wenduvian Women: But we don't want to fight the bad men! Lollygag Brutus: They came herding into town Paint the buildings lime-green reverse There is desperation in the pleas of the townsfolk Wagons of silver shot to pieces In the saloon they all have a shot of whiskey Except for Tabal Sforen, who lingers in a corner They see gallows and flames reflected in his eyes Sally Astronomicle: He is a phantom in rhinestone duds He goes dancing through space For the red-blooming buds Where the Shrill Beckons Tabal Sforen: I see a dark silhouette at the frame of the door An etching of a cowboy hat Smiles back from Gorgolo's Saloon window You can see them Yes, they are singing You can see them all still drinking Where restless spirits go When they cannot sleep And you know, cowboys are always the last to leave On the space range You can go insane If you do not take in the beauty On the space range Your life they will claim For the bounty hunt is their duty Where the shrill beckons Well, I reckon Life goes by in milliseconds Marble Planet Space Leopards: We are on a planet Haunted by an array of overcast spirits We have come for the statue of Dia de los Muertos This statue we will take I hope our gravity boots do not shake For then the statue will drop and break Then our greedy hearts would ache We are on a planet made wholly of marble Once Upon a Strange Occurrence Vestaisiax: Once upon a strange occurrence… A token for the esteem of ditch-diggers They have gained many a space explorer's trust No one sees the mad skeletons Scratching on the asylum walls Dungeons of Planet Sinaveve Parsven Undertoad: What lurks in the now-seemingly tranquil Dungeons of Planet Sinaveve Could it be beastly knights? Ready to cast a rusty blade at invisible opponents Could it be the chop-block man? Ready to lop off the noggins of unfaithful servants Are the star-crossed lovers going to save each other from disparate peril? Not down here, no There is a place for them to stretch out Way out Maybe as far out as they can go And the human-spike tomb is a good way To catch up on some much needed rest The Duke of Planet Sinaveve comes down the dungeon steps What does he think of all this madness? He revels in the sight The Duke of Planet Sinaveve: More to it all, More to it all! Shall We Dwell? Zebba Whitsen: I think of yesteryear And wander through a good dream's voice to hear Lovely thoughts of the well Where our cherished waters dwell Can you not feel my love for you, my dear? Are you thinking, as am I, of yesteryear? Shall we put on our fancy dress and gaudy apparel? Shall we dance at the ball where royalty waits in peril? Shall we dwell in a thing of haunting beauty? Where we can see each other by the light of a moonbeam What do you intend to do with the remaining hours of the evening? Shall we dwell in the forbidden land where the teasing breeze turns freezing? Ephemeral Splinter The StarFlower: The residual influence Of a Greek Tragedy's affluence Light Years from Now Lollygag Brutus: Just to be me And to stand again By the clear blue sea Seizing the day In a sea of knowledge A place where carefree lambs go to frolic Pronounced The StarFlower: I have quoted in the past A memory of glass That fogs when the breath of ages Increases voluminous wavelengths to inspire new youth Let me calmly expose sharp talons used to grip a false body We have crushed a head not even worth dropping Silhouettes of Former Men Vestaisiax: Beside a hill of shattered ornaments Extraneous limbs feign a weak attempt Infinite worlds collapse in sheer black I am here standing in front of stage-prop pearls To exhibit the show At long last Aureole Zebba Whitsen: Laid a wreath for my soul to keep It rests in the wither of Bitter Winter It wouldn't keep, would not keep Sincerity carefully set to recede Not even the freshest appearance Of our precious spirits Lasts long enough to keep No wreath could contain The depths of my Broken-down composure When I have vanished Bending to the night's abandonment Frigid grounds will keep But what when sincerity carelessly recedes? Eyes like December Glass Biibyl Midribel: A blackbird has a perch on a cauldron Eyes like December glass Sensational spirits sip fine wine in a chalice of silver Planet Sinaveve holds the dreams of unwanted night chills Rustling chains Jack-in-the-rack What new means of imprisonment will they use against themselves? By all means New incantations are the way sensational spirits call forth their lost loves Planet Sinaveve Lament Biibyl Midribel: O Planet Sinaveve! How could I think that living in you Would be like living in a dream within a dream? I throw down my troubadour's dance And in anguish take up My knight's lance Dandelion-lady of the Lake Zebba Whitsen: If your eyes Do not shine W/some things you know You may not Make them glow It is your lovin' I just don't know Lollygag Brutus: Where are you going? I can see your tired feet Walking up and down Camelot's old village street Zebba Whitsen: On the mountain top it is snowing I would like to meet Your love that makes men shiver when you are sweet Whisper Your Name Zebba Whitsen: Languidly moving from side to side I see where my fellow mind Does take its place in the moon to abide You made a change Once you were my main Squeeze, but you won't Let me even hold your hand anymore You were once my glittering comfort My shade in the sun My shelter in the rain Now you will not even let me Whisper your name At the creek-bed Where I cannot raise my head To see you Tell me, is this the last I have seen of you? I hear what you say, But it does not seem to be true Because I know That you are going to stick around Deep down inside And I will still Whisper like a clown When you've cried The Brook Zebba Whitsen: You have reached the brook The lonely brook At your reflection, you took a look You came out looking like no one cared You turned into a bird without feathers You do not have it all together Your land of supple lovin' seems to be bare Why will I not let you? You know I will not forget you Why will I not let you move on? You've lost lovin' for me and it just seems wrong But you You won't let us go You're a pinching for an inch on love And itching for a living Sally Astronomicle: I may be drained Still I have love for you the same Zebba Whitsen: All you wanted was love Now the day is turning gray And all you wanted is slowly going away Whatever Time May Bring Zebba Whitsen: You know it well by now, my friend We can go through this again All over the place All over every place I see you rockin' away It's time to let love chase you down And bring many hearts around It is time you know Whatever time may bring Hold me close so our hearts can sing Together Yes, together Together, whatever Time may bring You know I will love you And it is in you being with me That I believe in Don't You Know, Baby Zebba Whitsen: Babe, O don't you know I love you, baby Don't you know I love you, baby? You drive drive drive me You have really got my pedal to the floor I am all revved up And I am rip-roaring Babe, O don't you know I love you, baby Don't you know I love you, baby You fly fly fly me All around the universe I have my hyper-drive all geared up And my wings are on the rise As I see you on the horizon Babe, You Know Sally Astronomicle: Babe, you know I love you Babe, you know It is true Starlove Beside me ‘til the end Come to me, we will live the future tense Girl, I Have a Secret Place for Us to Go Zebba Whitsen: Girl, I want you to know Girl, I have a secret place for us to go Thin rivers can be made wide And we will get carried away on the spatial tide To our secret place An island with a rainbow waterfall I really love it when the moon calls out your name I think we were meant for this secret place We will sit and talk Then we might take a twilight walk It is so serene Here in this secret place I just love how the night with you tastes Sunshine Love Sally Astronomicle: Miniature goldbeaters So many fish eaters Can you catch the card cheetahs? Down ‘round them parts You might find a ghost Holding on to a candy heart Professor Obrioutte: Impulsive Can it be Repulsive Is it he? Propulsion How fast is free? Lollygag Brutus: I tried to batten down the hatches W/a box of wet matches The Venusian elephant broke free from its cage As Zebba harnessed a molecular ray Zebba Whitsen: This is my love for you You have to see My love is true I am dancing on the Dream of love River is flowing Our love is glowing You are my sunshine love We're dancing on the dream Yeah, we're dancing on the dream of love Give me your hand I'll take you through the dream Give me your love I'll show you so much to believe Sunshine love Dream of love We're dancing I will hold the embrace you have given In our dream of love That I am truly living Rockin' the Juke-joint Zebba Whitsen: We'll rock the juke-joint at the twilight hour We'll try not to make any faces turn sour We have the moves Yeah, we can prove That we are rockin' the juke-joint They serve patties and fries We will give all you people a live surprise You will not believe your eyes ‘Cause the way we rock We're going to knock Your socks right off Intruder Alert! Lollygag Brutus: Excuse me, Miss How do you do? I see you have on Your red high-heeled shoes Where you headed? Are you going my way? From the way you look you have something to say But are you going to look at me? I have a dog hitched up to dancing fleas He even does tricks If you throw him a stick He will go fetch There are many fish In this galactic sea But none of them are as quite a catch As you And please do not think of me as rude No, I do not meant to intrude I would just like to ask you What would you do If you were in love, too? I know I have a reputation Some folks call me the jolly-Lolly jerk O I see that I have put you on intruder alert Carousel Song Space Leopards: Gasses harasses Have to be alive Because they are alive Because they are alive Carousing the housing Has painted windows Because they are alive Because they are alive Carousel parasail Had a broken implement Because they are alive Because they are alive Twilight City Vestaisiax: Something glows in it Glows within the twilight city Shall we dwell within its gleaming walls? Lollygag Brutus: Lap up your cactus sugar-water It will put you in a good mood Zebba Whitsen: I hear you say that you are waiting So I wonder if we are still debating Is it worth the weight In heartache? You will find Men lose their minds Sometimes You skip sand dollars across the shoreline Are you trading the grain of sand for the granule? Are you trading the year for the annual? Coagulated Music Video Professor Obrioutte: There is no need of breaking Your head over bricks And throwing the dice Over magic tricks, neighbor Hope I do not gripe that the sabre- Tooth clock is always Ahead of the Reticulum Biotics O it is derivative! Give a dog A tuffet Of a puppet Let us make a music video Where all the stage props dance around Then coagulate like blood Exposing their nucleus of dalliance Patients of Destiny Daalar Kricho: I am what you look for in the night The stormy horizon and the playful shadows Taking form on the window-sill All night creatures are born of the midnight will Do you hear the fake rustling of the leaves? I did not know that the corruptible ones could conceive Of a night so awash in a star-light spectacle I do intend to make use of the festivities Let us not hasten the dreaded hour of sunrise It is a time of much contemplation We operate on the patience of destiny We seek out the patients of destiny A Wild Blue Adonis Sally Astronomicle: Zebba, the star-beams are upon us I see you as a wild blue Adonis Images Culled from Obscurity Professor Obrioutte: The haunted castles Brightening floods Let us not get carried away Don't be foolish But be courageous That you may not suffer miscarriage The invisible hand The grasping throat man I hope we find Earth soon Principalities prenatal esophagus Not a charity of breathing As you may expect Upside-down Poetess Wenduvian Women: A poetess for Earth is bound Her world is upside-down She has a silly frown The color of a gold-crème crown She will wear In her rose-washed hair This Oblivion Fate Daalar Kricho: It is lonely in this tomb It is lonely in this life's cell But now I have some company in this dark well Because we all know what misery loves And I have made a vow to myself The misery is a gift I will give to others It is lonely in the torture chamber of the devil's den Beaten by the seductress Love to her is pain and solace I have tasted her sweet rapture She is like the burning daughter of the Euphrates River When my senses were severed from my subconscious Let loose the immortal context Of destiny spent imprisoned Let loose the immortal context Of destiny meant for oblivion This oblivion fate A soul dangling near the mouth of the gate Can you catch the formless child before the vow breaks? Daylight Hears You Crawl Parsven Undertoad: Daylight hears you crawl Daylight here she comes Talking to you pleasantly About the weather presently It seems there might be A storm coming through She wants to talk with you And tell you all about what she saw A water drop firstly Then steady the sky was bursting And the desert used to be thirsty She came in And she sat down At the table Her hair was dark and brown She stared for a minute Then looked down for two She was chasing spirits In Gorgolo's Saloon Daylight hears you crawl Across the desert Into the bathroom stall You've made your bed In muddy straw She thinks the sun is coming for us all Eternal Scent Zebba Whitsen: I feel like I have been crawling out of the dirt Trying to get back to Earth I am far away from home The scent of other souls Do they think that they are alone? I have struggled to be set free W/the dancing rivers of desire My soul will be refreshed I am far away from home The scent of other souls Do they think that they are alone? I am giving you a message to get back To the place from where I was sent I am finding your everything from your eternal scent Bone Plateau Space Leopards: There is a bone plateau Have you ever noticed the edges of finger-laces, How sharp they are? To walk the distance of scarred transportation And never make it from the couch to the car The highways have bled With lives unfortunately fled They will afford for n [comments] => 0 [counter] => 221 [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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