Riddles Poem by B. Sven Telander

Rolling through a forest of legs,
pupils shift from bb’s to dimes,
casual crucifix, where Jerusalem Slim smokes a cigarette,
above a rotting avocado, eaten by the Hulk, while Colossus and the Thing
place bets on eventual regurgitation, leverage of misinterpretation violates
the need for honesty, direct tact with fists, natural expressions of an exit sign,
Wakan Tanka must have a mighty big book indeed,
plenty of peyote for the ghost dance
tricky spider man hooked on the sacred pipe,
crack the four directions of the universe;
war leader under night-sun, baby boy ancestor
beyond tiny human found in an anthill,
translucent mummy with visible breath walking harmonic patterns
of potent symbology, discordant as needs be, along non-linear
sequence of existence, a trilling ululation
of voices that said:
“Welcome to Shatterland”
no maps to be found,
more vivid and less important,
shimmering frames crack,
people made of different colors of light escape
from the farms of illusions,
static in the orchard,
under artificial nozzles and other accessories
where dark syphilitic unicorns frolic
with victim shish kebobs on the horns
slavery is alive and well,
be sure to stop at the refreshment stands
of the wholesale opera companies,
expense reports don’t tell the true tales,
coalescence of the essence,
mundane is profound,
profound is mundane,
blossoming awareness celebrations
for monkeys, pigs, and lizards
on the long tightrope
of the idiopathic frontier,
soul excitement Xanadu,
peacocks eyes
upon the starry
firmament of love.