Sunday, June 23, 2019

memory theatre 6/23/19

Let’s see what you can do, Leo Moon – Venus about to flee Fifth House of fun and glamours.
 
Flying, leaping, swirling through my inner eye, synesthete imagery, marbled well with delusive narrative.  What does this scry reveal?
 
Secreted, giggling children hide in imaginal shadows, uncertain of how to appear, what to say, who might listen.
I will invite you, children, will you to this shambled stage for dancing, for becoming declarative actors, evocative poets, acrobats beyond mere reality’s range.
 

Suit up.  Take your time as tale and adventure.  Be, in the way that humans understand, subjective.  

distracted, Summer heat weighs in torpid breath, sweat,  
need to distract from here, today,
simple amusement, O’ Muse – spin me fables of mercy, attraction
to wispy ease, abandoning of grief in favor of fantasy, pleasant memory,
a day to depend upon for lightening.
Small child, toddler size but self-assured, climbs over crib railing
play table conveniently in range, down climb to floor.
She cooks her scrambled eggs, chair to stove, learning to defy
her size relative to her world’s expectations.  She exits toward adventures.
So big and beautiful the flowering yards, wide-beaming trees, puff-cloud sky.
A world of unnamed promises, enticing wonders to discover.
Follow a rainbow through unknown neighborhoods whispering of magick, of
fairy-tale witches and wishes and friends yet to meet.
She sees me, here in my mind’s eyes.  We share a silent smile, camaraderie.

She says:  “Look through me again; we have adventures yet to wander.” 


Youngblood
 
 
City Summer park picnic fresh air outing.
Box lunches, games, other unwanted kids to befriend.
We merged within each other’s eyes for hours,
eternity, until sun waning end of City organized event.
 
You gave me your crashpad address.  I promised to
find you on the other side, after release from separate

busses back to our given neighborhoods.

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