I dream of a crippled old
Gospel singer
Drooling madness
Over my face
As I desperately groan
To be awakened
Or to be given
The sheer determination
To spread these
Forgotten wings
And catapult this
Mortal coil
Into the narcotic bliss
Of the Eternal Sigh
Of the River of Clarity
Of the Windless Sky
Of the Quenching Light
Only to be rudely shocked
By morning's mundane-ness
And corporate mediocrity
And salad bars
And conference calls
And hatred
And reminiscence
Of sweet childhood
And better times.
Superfluous elixirs of serendipity
Trembling vindictively
Before reluctant metaphors
Of delayed transfusion
Remembering obtuse gyrations
Of delinquent instances
Of maple syrup
Orange, yellow
Treks along the flume
While conscious infringements
Of telnet sessions
And matrimony
Chastise the fragile
Membranes
Of the sweetest dreams
And most vulnerable moments.
Deep veins of
Green Diarrhea
Prostrating lepers
Insignificant burials
Distracted masses
Secret cognition
Desperate betrayals
And reluctant forgiveness
Tangled in propensity
In disparate relations
In frequent engagement
In the dry burning grasses
The warm blackness
Of innocent laughter
Of impoverished distance.
Gathering complacency amongst resignation
Within parameters of sublime manifestations
Of dissident superlatives and optimizations.
Contemplate the essence
Without the continuous regard
To begotten affluence
To strange gateways
Of sanctioned misery
And meaningless pride
Extract the cufflink
The stapler and the hit man
When intrepid interludes
Awaken their dendrites
And remit their heroism
For tortured fragments
Of realization
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