black meanings

by jazzcatalley

Posted to Action Poetry on 2001-08-26 03:10:00

Like a Marx brothers movie
shot in my brain between
realities…

hanging lugies off streetlamps

amused ghosts flicker in the shadows
the funny pages running by
I’m on the street of inferno dust
a sad sweet loneliness
hangs in the mist
endless mirrors with holes, blues
smoke pouring out in purple
giving charm to the tears

like years of melancholy distill one gold drop
all blown away
in cartoon rain
jazzy numbers
fell, in the dark tomb of my eyelid
I nod and enter the deathly lit images
between neither here nor there

It’s the full spectrum of marvels
born of the prophetic eye of night
necrophiliac perspectives are only one facet
sleeping in the blue mystic door passage
sleeping in the scarob of my pain

midnight black holes zero gates
I reach out and touch the cat mummy
dreams crumple at the touch as she is
of life everlasting…life force to various
inception points beyond the earth grid
gone, where they lurk, the mysterious object
goes past in the dog star dusk