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05-29-2006, 06:49 AM
Pacific O Mouthed
windy after-noon on
the coast of California
as long white strands of
sand stone hair
conjoins to the membrain of Oceania,
and dips deeper
and deeper
like the snail tenticles of a Man-O-War
Reaching toward the mute mermaids,
even Further-
and Men
with gills
crawl up the Bonsai
out there
growing gills, like I said
as Insomaniacal sings his Mantra:
"Let's go back into
the ocean" Over and
over,
undereath a Bonsai opposite lung,
'neath the sun
who shuns anyone
in sphere-star presence
too long with a warm and toasty
burn.
Look deep into the eyes
of bored angels
who float above the bonsais
and leave their halos hanging from
the branches 'cause
Earth is H E A V E N L I E S T.
Look, you're breathing
you can't see them NOW
but it's evident that Trees are
really just the complete opposite of
lungs.
It was then,
that I harvested the unicorn
and replaced her forehead food
with a beautiful spiral cone
that shined for thirty seven years (In one moment).
I was not hungry the next day,
Riding that unicone
into the morning
of sandy sheets.
I don't want to be awake
any longer
windy after-noon on
the coast of California
as long white strands of
sand stone hair
conjoins to the membrain of Oceania,
and dips deeper
and deeper
like the snail tenticles of a Man-O-War
Reaching toward the mute mermaids,
even Further-
and Men
with gills
crawl up the Bonsai
out there
growing gills, like I said
as Insomaniacal sings his Mantra:
"Let's go back into
the ocean" Over and
over,
undereath a Bonsai opposite lung,
'neath the sun
who shuns anyone
in sphere-star presence
too long with a warm and toasty
burn.
Look deep into the eyes
of bored angels
who float above the bonsais
and leave their halos hanging from
the branches 'cause
Earth is H E A V E N L I E S T.
Look, you're breathing
you can't see them NOW
but it's evident that Trees are
really just the complete opposite of
lungs.
It was then,
that I harvested the unicorn
and replaced her forehead food
with a beautiful spiral cone
that shined for thirty seven years (In one moment).
I was not hungry the next day,
Riding that unicone
into the morning
of sandy sheets.
I don't want to be awake
any longer