the meal i absorbed by thinking it was merely a feast of thoughts

the meal i absorbed
by thinking it was merely a feast of thoughts

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artwork by Henry Avignon
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streams of berry-laden artifacts in depths too deep to wade in
announced themselves
by swallowing my front door, allowing me to float with
sprouts feeling their way around the lush waterscape
to find place to root,
but in my living room?, i asked
when suddenly, the furniture wore bubbles on their cabriole legs
and my noseplugs detached
to find holding strength on my souvenier pillow’s fringe
who knew the sunshine state could be like a grabby old man wearing kneesocks and sandals,
to pinch about
while drowning in sorrows of love’s lost to men who dangled their baby blues as the prize
and ring fingers gladly accepted the token
before the floodgates were opened
taking furious force to unleash, debedding those women
to a lifetime of reruns of Father Knows Best
and finding that all that glitters is not gold, afterall
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then a knocking of wind at the door pushed the fork away from my mouth
and i came to the conclusion that these mushrooms are bad
and i should cancel my trip to the tropics because cerulean-blue isn’t my colour
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-dld december 2nd, 2010-

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2 responses to “the meal i absorbed by thinking it was merely a feast of thoughts

  1. Thanks you guys… I sent this off for possible inclusion in an upcoming book of Henry Avignon’s artwork. Keep your fingers crossed for me!

  2. Pingback: Thoughts on Writing and Motorcycles: Pull Me (via Cerulean Moon) « Drywall Official

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