Intoxicated Eternal Oleoresins Poem by Dead Beat Poet

I'm enveloped by the emptiness of your absence because our thoughts give me needed nourishment
You swing into my daytime fantasies like our raw wet meat is dreaming in an eternal aether conflict from afar
Between my heart and the world is a bridge of burning silk as the gargoyle flies from the monument
Oleoresins of conifers down poppies and chain inks then hidden and clandestine he enters the window ajar

Noiselessly he effortlessly glides over me with the shadows of the night ensuring everything is properly dead
My mind traces his outline of horror with seduction and like incandescent asters they pierce me as they do you
The echoes of our soft and inanimate embraces spread as magnets and remain imprinted in the unmade bed
Tangled skeins of magical air with green lighted eyes and like huge bat wings they obscure the sleepy blue

His eyes and his sighs of crystal drag along in our all frayed and split up memory while giving this and that choices
From the corners of darkness on hooved tiptoes they advance with a thousand silent whispers from goblin hordes
Fragments of soft mosaics and fuzzy childhood smells creep into our staggering and broken dance of voices
Caught in our web of dreams I wake up from the dream while still in the dreams and sense discrepancies of chords

A whispered feeling on my skin leaves me more than immobile in the cement garden of anxiety
All creatures sleep with thoughts suspended in the immensity of long silence with the right places
Astonishment seizes my insides and out for a moment with a sea of pale lunar craters in zero gravity
Wandering comet streaks of iridescent light that is expanding over time in the deepening of the spaces

Our sun has died with explosion and scattered the heat of a supernova that creates a universe of liquidity
I am now intoxicated within the depth of our faces .



Transmogrified from a poem by Marzia Puzkin; by request