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[title] => Somewhere In Between
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I fell into a purple pond eyeballs aglaze in green to black surfaces sticky and tubes slickering frenzy dropped fresh through delicate breezes crushed ice over rainbow spectrum drums whirling -Day- My mouth was mint in the instant I woke outside, the cock crowed. Twice. And sunlight slashed my bedroom. Slowly I blinked myself conscious. There followed a normal day on the farm. -Night- I sink. The last thing I see is my ceiling swirling in circles deep crimson and regal felt candles melting round a centre. swirled around a whirlpool, white breakers crashing stomach flies up as I drop down heart in my mouth stripes of yellow on walls of bone to black to blue to sudden stars exploding I am floating Turning Groaning in Ecstasy or Agony or Something in Between. -Day- Staggering out of bed hoisting the Levis Ten cows to milk and eyelids like lead -Night- Hm. I like this female flesh caressing in every direction Turning to leaves scraping blown scratchily through revolving windows I lose my legs Arms Head & soar in pieces to vast diamonds shining telling me my one true name. near flattened by grey jello I wake in a sweat. Crawling for my underwear Visions still whirling everywhere. -Day- Too many pigs to hatch today. Should that horse really be green? My feet sink in the sawdust by my chair. oil stains creep across my bench in technicolour swirls. My homemade bread moulders on the plate in patterns of blue. Turning, I swear the sun just winked a wicked wink through my workshop window. Turning cobwebs to gold. Outside in the orange heat a warm breeze sweeps the wheatfield. Waves in an unseen sea. Tiny spores swirl intricate in the wind. Paisley patterns dance in the shiny air. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 163 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Steeleyes [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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