Bric-a-brac
I drop anchor and tamper with the ship sink mechanism
clip water wings four corners to the surface risen
infinite light kept in the prison of a prism
defending the right to keep blinkers of cynicism
maintain vision with microscope eye to the system
the big picture digital widescreen transfer
dancer with devils and dynamic specters
romancer and rebel, chameleon splendour
metal skin leisure in the relevance lecture
knew when you met the
stretcher of a beat, sweet texture like nectar speaker of a speech
a soothsayer the main captain of the boat that stays afloat in rough rain
plus stormtime conext; a complex montage of time and place
rhyme at a random pace, throw my heart far and give chase
I shuffle the cards and deal a kick with soul to the sleeping canine
I travel the mainline with camera behave-like
Pace straight in with that right place wrong time dynamic
horseplay-faced constrained to the planet
damn it, my jet boots wreck loose and spark small with no pep juice
its the recluse: glass of fruit juice nad some pen/page movement
ice age persuant of snake hair medusa
write a page covered in space age pursuits the
rhymer of a riddle in the middle of your bickering
louder than bombs but with subtle hit like whispering
writing a wrong too many young kids on ritalin
leave the whole place glistening, crystaline
when plans go long its just the nature of the mission its
hell with bells on an incomplete vision of
where we dwell on an ageing picture of
times removed from the one we stand in
hand in hand in quiet unified abandon
til we land on the sand and stroll shoreward
forward.
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