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Author Name: Freebluefish 1 Comments
Date Added: August 14, 2004 22:08:53 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Mysterious Labors

Empty cars drive down
the roads of my soul.
While rain falls and collects into pools
of lost memories.

That sing in a half remembered language,
images that flow into forms,
as strange lizards crawl out from under
their polished runes at the curbs.
To swim down the lanes of the road
cuneiform between phantasmal tires and chimerical highways.

As the fishtails of the jalopies,
wiggle as they echo down the byways.
Past luminous sunflowers the size of small cities.
While beautiful women with long damp hair,
weave wild flowers from the empty fields,
and place them on their brows--- and between the shells of their ears,
and ignore my phantom passing with their mysterious labors.

My teeth morph into typewriter keys
i slowly pull a sheet of simple paper
across my cold metal spindle---
and with my dreaming eyes:
watch the chrome unicorn on the front of my automobile,
strain the sky tears as the raindrops loft down,
like liquid diamonds,
and splash against the glass panes of the wind shield.
This silent single horned hood ornament
is like a weather vane pointing
to otherworldly horizons
hope shimmers in the liquid deluge.

Between the rain drops
the giggle of some
unknown enigmatic woman swims down
the mirage labyrinths of roadways.
Then her joy is devoured
by the wail of a sinister alarm clock's gloaming
in an almost forgotten parallel world.
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Comment By: FreeWide Awake on September 27, 2008 10:11:16 AM Report
Wht an incredible dream...You even dream poetically my friend. :o)

Insight into writing a poem of excellence this is, for me.
Fo I strive still at such use of metaphor.
Thank you for leaving your gleanings in the feilds of my imagination.



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