Suite Idyllic Poison: Dreams of Liquid Dreaming by Paul Counelis

1. Seven Letter Poem


muse

 

If I be your universal muse regarding the deep color

schemed sky in my happy stance

                  with my natural childish me

                  you my song and the melody constant

                                                                        unwavering

 

Your knee brushing mine in the

                  Jack Frost evening

Chill the cold until warm

Where your lips and mine are

intermingling orchids

                  billowy in the perfumed breeze

                  delicate-strong in the pillow of our

                                                                        belonging

 

 

 

2. unmerciful observation

 

WHIPLASH DESECRATE

 

Whiplash desecrate from the

                  corporate desolate

Upon orders from on high

                  a-scared of heights

and flights of fancy derring-do

Tell me

                  Am I scaring you?

 

Impulse purges

                  seals the deal

so to speak

if i may

may i bow

                  or posture to kneel

You may curtsy

                  if you so feel

Retain however

Ascertain

                  WHATEVER

Keeps you afloat

                  on friendless sea

and

                  if you pursue,

                  on bended knee,

(mind you-

                  with uncertainty)

 

Forgive

will give

Please don’t undo

that might envelope you

and in turn

may skip your turn

’tis true

Hate that such a fate

would ever befall you

before your

eyes dissect the sun

(to see what’s inside)

My friend

 

                  what have you done?

 

 

 

3. idyllic dosage

 

In Eden the Telephone Wires

 

in Eden the telephone wires cross the alleged sky

and i am praying for magic

The sign says speed limit

But the sign lies

crawling languidly through the sunburnt fields the evening shadows

mistake the day for a mortal

 

No man is an island but i am a rock i am an island close to

Eden’s star soaked shores

where the melting tar of the parking lot singes the scent of the

apparently undesirable lilac clothed breath

 

The cat peers out the window

Praying for magic

 

watching the birds in their infinite cage

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