Kaleidoscopic vision,
lighting the darkest tunnels,
steady as the marionette
dangling o'er a child -
and the Puppeteer is god
for that moment in imaginary time,
taking his Mind to utopic lands,
like Poe and his land of evermore;
recklessly, drunkingly,
grade school tom-foolishly,
metaphorically breathing,
taunting and teasing,
delivering quiet messages
loudly, yet so subtly -
and they do it so damn well,
quite collectively, with variety,
like a potpourri of diversity,
synthesizing principles -
of image-scaped locution;
and have you ever studied
the grammarical bible
of parlance, Poesque lexia
in lieu of lingual dreck?
Personally i'd rather be -
accused of shibboleth,
or the strange and esoteric
as the Order of Masons, who-
so 'f r e e l y'...covertly,
practiced indiscreetly
secrets in dark cellars,
by midnight wax of light
and pledges to their graveyards
that no one ever find
their most bizarre of codes
to protect their covenants
while frightening the bejesus
out of Quakers, Whigs and Democrats!
Their Third Eye never blind,
good Poet's they'd have made.
Threaded codes commanding
through signs, symbols, numerals
not so different then the Poet-
of Darkside Abstractivity
and their underlying themes,
diagonally acrosticals,
interpretations,
indignations,
surrealistic Dali-ations,
jargonesque lexicon
conjuring their own covenant
of dark, sibylline messages,
pages quilled with cold pen
and richness, ''their'' richness,
warmth of brain, ice of heart
from the pour of the pens ink flow,
from every rush that drains
from the right-side of their brains.
And this be the Abstract Poet
surrealistic free verse Bard,
a Third-Eye bright and darting...
yes, that's what this Artist be-
a wordsmith of grandeur;
and it's all so strangely beautiful,
so damn bizarrely beautiful.... to me.
_______ F j R ________
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Frank James Ryan Jr.
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