{"id":2404,"date":"2019-07-26T07:15:20","date_gmt":"2019-07-26T11:15:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/poeticexorcisms.com\/?p=2404"},"modified":"2019-07-26T07:19:20","modified_gmt":"2019-07-26T11:19:20","slug":"flashbacks-from-a-night-shortly-passed","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/poeticexorcisms.com\/index.php\/2019\/07\/26\/flashbacks-from-a-night-shortly-passed\/","title":{"rendered":"flashbacks from a night shortly passed"},"content":{"rendered":"

<\/p>\n

I
\nmoon rotations, permutations
\ncosmic copulations
\nhow hard does this beast turn?
\nsell me something new
\nrecovered and remembered
\nwe are submerged in day dreams
\ndriven by and from
\na perfect moment
\nthat has already passed<\/p>\n

ripples on the surface
\npushed me towards a different destination
\ni was welcomed by a unique goddess
\nwho, with a slip of the tongue
\nrepatriated the forgotten way
\nmy mind melted in unison with my heart
\nflowing into this refurbished vessel
\ninformal conversation
\ngave way to soul communication
\nand calculation was nothing more
\nthan an enlightened estimation<\/p>\n

tribe, vibe,
\nsacrificing songs of the self
\nin exchange for divine vision
\noverwhelmed and captivated all at once
\nthere are too many energies to decipher
\nwhat was that light?
\neyes opened wide with
\nlaughter and two voices trailing
\nin dissonant harmony
\nillumination from being to being
\nfacts remain but now
\nthey are somehow uncertain<\/p>\n

over-world, underworld
\nup-side….down
\nwe are twirled and unfurled
\nalong the wide-eyed road
\nof another ravenous night<\/p>\n

slowly we surrender
\nto the fury of emancipation
\nsailing in the half-glow
\nof muted makeovers
\nlaced with mayhem
\npeeking, insane, and so true
\nthis rough draft
\nhaphazardly writes itself
\nas we pay tribute to the lost ones
\nthrough mismatched incantations
\nand youthful machinations<\/p>\n

truth becomes consequence, and
\nthe contrast in substances and individuals
\nis subtle yet present
\nkiss, bliss
\none touch was never enough
\nbut this touch is different
\nit is softer and somehow more real
\nwait awhile, see what happens
\nappreciation takes time
\nand i have too much time
\nand no time at all<\/p>\n

there are few nights among many
\nwhere magic amplifies
\nbut under those sacred moons
\ni have know pleasures that transcend
\nthis beautiful and fleeting flesh<\/p>\n

maintaining room temperature
\ni want mastery
\nover this mystery
\nthe concept of time is lost
\nas we continue to crawl towards morning
\nlegends undone
\nwill you help me
\nanoint the hours of the sun?<\/p>\n

II
\nfurry features and an inattentive dance
\nconversations with this tiny dog
\nare far too intense
\nit was time to hit the road
\nhome, to my kingdom of cats in exile
\non this trip, time passes slower
\nand the music pulsates
\nriding a wave of anticipation<\/p>\n

how do i dispel this morning rush?
\nthis heat will beat us down, if we let it
\nmarked and mired by the sun
\nwithin a rainy safari of exotic flavors
\ni chant two words with wild gestures
\nhaunted and hunted
\nbehind the brilliance
\nof this wicked day star<\/p>\n

buzzsaws backfired and
\nthe death of an ancient spider stunned me
\npassive revelation, will you pray
\nto this infinite receptacle of nothing?
\ni wanted to speak in tongues
\nbut no one was listening
\nexcept
\nthe hitchhiker
\nwho is a homeless poet
\nforging fragmented dreams
\ninto a tapestry of simple reality<\/p>\n

“are you on LSD?”
\nhe asked
\n“eternally”
\ni replied
\nsetting the tone
\nflow, with a cyclone crone
\nspelling breaths of brimstone
\ninto a copper microphone
\ni chase words
\nlike stray bullets
\nand write imbalanced symphonies
\nin the quiet space behind my eyes<\/p>\n

flip, the hopeless heart script
\ni seek to encrypt
\nthis unseen manuscript
\nfall in, cover, convert
\nillusions like telepathic hallucinations
\nembrace varied, and versatile vibrations<\/p>\n

re-flux, refuse, refill, or reuse
\nthe dogma(s) of yesterday
\nare replaced by
\nthe memes of today
\nand tomorrow will host
\nthe venom of random rebirth
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