Neon Hellion

stealth magnetic 

wings lapse

talons clasped

back hinged

tips singed

width flayed

mist splayed

grave dismay

mane shaved

enclave bathed

frost plumed

untombed

SeussMuse

Scuttled Bludgeons

Muddled Curmudgeons

Befuddled Conundrums

Rebuttled Emulsions

Scuffled Expulsions

Unfunneled Revulsions

Kerpluddled Propulsions

Un-Cudgeled Myrrh-Sludgeguns

Whittle-Runneled Plunger-Puns

Slum-Buggled Bumble-Whums

Spore-Shuttled Stumble-Spuns

Subtle-Stubbled Sloth-Dungeons

Spliff-Smuggled Cobbler-Lungs

Whiffle-Whumbled Wonder-Drugs

Dumb-Dirigible'd Plunder-Thugs.

Catacombacopia

Twisting spiral stairways scurry around Peruvian molded mound,

Organically arrayed, fresh-made footholds align to venture down

Spindling inner chutes reveal halls of terraced tunneling terrains

Down again to fervent underbelly, the trailing traces sepia-hewn

Tilted rampways skitter through chalky dunes of soil, clay and loam

As mossy chutes weave through cross-hatched hempen-vined stalks

Enfolding green, glowing symmetry: inter-connected pandemonium

As creatures large and small make assembly and cultivate the Night

In authentic chants and ancient antics aimed to serenade the Earth

Bellows, wallops, laughter, flailing 'pendages patter with the sequences

The rhythm of universal symphonies, comprising the warring factions

Of dark and light, night and day, our era's answer to the swollen fogs

Waging mythic chaos in the planet's churning, hollowed underbelly

A swarming refuge, reverent elation, tumultuous tribute

In the honor of our gloriously green Mother Earth.

Spacemaze

Hallucinatory Excavated

Hydraulically Regurgitated

Spasmodically Insinuated

Emphatically Delineated

Iconoclastically Initiated

Incongruently Intoxicated

Fundamentally Obliterated

Methodically Incapacitated

Cerebellum-Tree Instant-Faded

Ecstatically Interpolated

Recalcitrantly Recalculated

Indefinitely Masqueraded

Kinetically Flagellated

Binaurally Activated

Somacopeia

Euphoria summons me, upon

The deluge from a cup of Bhang,

Intrinsic-charged wave vibrations

Spirals outwards swift sensations

Lengths of networked stellar chains release

Unyoking realms of prophecies

Then, a velvet voice reaches out

Through wrinkled tufts of fog and clout

Shifting words curdle in mid-air:

"Denounce your form within this lair."

I looked around and watched me fade

While colors swept in retrograde

Trans-coastal climates cloaked in bliss

Revealing glimpse of nothingness

A room of photon-flicker'd beams

Engages lauded vision-dream

Of jewel deposits, silver-sheen'd

The rites of all ancient scriptures

Culminates, becoming tinctures

Flooding eyes with seas of green

Unearthing electricity

Deposited at sublime's crest

And this was decent Bhang at best.

Aperture

Flippant flickerings of optical aenemones bestow the screen

Reverberating to and fro between wave-embossed sheen

Blending my perceptions, unravels bifurcating streaming corridors

Enthralling and bestowing me a Cosmic Vagabond and Troubadour

Offerings of channeled light combine to benevolent infrastructure

In barren hallowed halls now crumbling, unstable and ruptured

Form gives way to weightless fantasy, a mighty blow, deep-psyche impacting,

 Enmeshed in phantasmic chambers concealing glow worm troves, refracting

In shades stirringly serene, as etheric'ly flowing fields subtly transfix,

Footings of my world imbued in technicolored consciousness kinetics

As subatomic wheels and axelrods become miniature rotaries clustering

Dissipating understanding of tangible realities, insane winds blustering

Striking blows at my maintenance of perception and memory-retention

Punctured and deflated, fluttering across the cosmos in divine suspension

Gravity discarded, happenstance ensuing, anti-matter meteorite explosions

Infused between Supreme Vortices, absorbing fluttering essence emulsions.

All along, sweet sinews of interplanetary entanglement drench my exhalations

Unfolding to expansive portal- new frontiers of unfathomable cosmic way stations.

Hedgemaze

dispelling antiquaries

interweaving estuaries

circulatory topiaries

hortatory capillaries

intermingling ribaldry

mortuarily mentioning

momentarily ensnaring

filibustered faculties

full-dendritic fractal-trees

alabaster anomalies

anatomic atrocities

panoramic mycelii

slanderous celibacy

supercilius circuitry

Wharf of the Phototropic Wizard

Tumbling deeper still through banished tides and savage, undulating crests,

Burgeoning with hopes and yearnings erupting from my heaving chest

For uncovering placid voids to place my dreaming feats at ease-

Some strange, subterranean holding cell or mythical repository

To escape this disillusion-inducing interlude deemed sleep

And in turn, transcend form and distance in the fleeting deep:

The heart of all abstraction, the central source of rippling waves

Only to return to waking world anew, with neural-currents paved

In networked, clustered stratums bound by blooming mental circuits

As chugging chords of heavy trance clutch my ears like gripping tourniquets.

A jelly pool ensues- Pandora's box-like mayhem- crushing, fraying tones

And spectral glow, swelling far, far beyond the barriers of reason

Imbibing seismic overtones like gluttoned thieves in pulpits of treason

And then, brewing pangs of enigma snarl and wheeze- a purple cloud

Which plummets through its very sheathe- secrecy and riddles bound 

A visage, much more horridly imagined than his predecessor

Renders him my night-time reality captor and possessor

Whose dirging tones dictate my threshold sanity

And whose horrid eyes untimely seeds of decay

Embodies man, cloaked and haggard with age,

And makeshift orb, denotes him timeless sage

Or hooded crone, feeble from the years' morph

Suddenly translucent, with sinister aspect

Drenched in riddles, clutching wrist-bound gauntlet

Sizzles forth sparks, his aura drenched in shade

In his clutches, a tome bound in black suede

Mystic-natured, speaking in static blips

Capsized by time, an otherworldy glimpse.

Shrine of the Stranded Sage

Roger Dean

A drifting, incandescent essence envelops through my dream

Inducing awe from plasmic shores and bright, blazing beams

Across still surface waters of rationality and thinking

Through lush and endless valleys, weightlessly sinking

In search of artifacts entombed in forgotten crypts of time

And avidly seeking relief in the splendorous and sublime.

Soon the lands became the ballad of a maddened bard,

Escaping description- save for dissolving glass shards

Which retreat into tiny particles of dust and sand

Crumbling into a paltry resin if touched by hand

After molting, phantasmically and skillfully:

Old mechanisms return craftily and willfully.

Fibrous webby lacing dresses lichen clans in hut near bog,

Comprised of decayed and collapsing nether-woven logs.

Within the hut is seated a most mysterious hermit-sage,

Bony frame, wilted skin, vacant expression

That somehow saw beyond comprehension

And found me bewildered and aghast,

A suitable subject for spilling his past:

I've traveled to the wildest dimensions in my dreams,

And became a fixed sentinel- a gate-keeping emissary

If you find yourself fit to journey on, please do,

But know: misguided minds usher in your doom!

And that, my friends, was my shamanic inter-dream initiation,

Deployed by the crooked countenance of my crazed imagination.

The Centrifuge

Black chimneys spout billowing venom

Of brazened iron, delirious with steam

Flooding the gridiron lattice-workings 

With bustling fury and hastening speed

And ferocious pistons kneading slick steel

In split-pulsing, rattle-trancing tension

Conjuring the mighty rites of Foundry.

Levers, pulleys, switches, each rampant

Like unchained fetters off a Cerberus

Eager to unleash dormant capabilities

And lend Rage to the world's dismantling.

Crackles of hideous fumes propelled

Through wilted notches of pipe patchwork

And ascending to the upper atriums and galleys

Where beading vapor trace-lets take riddled form

As unrelenting tensions compose mechanic rhythms

In homage to the sacrilegious names Rate and Quantity.

Hell-winds spew panicked pandemonium through circuitry

As the rebelling flames in furnaces expel their lungs of soot.

The Foreman, decked in similar shades of misery, pulls the chain

Commanding the conveyer belt-spanning Centrifuge to grinding halt-

A cog must be replaced.

It must have met Erosion.

Gradients of Change

Cassiopeia

I've been sabotaged in dreams-

Corrupted in the global game of chess,

Taken to a Vonnegut extreme.

A victim of tendencies, vices and lies,

And a plaintiff, rigged and bribed.

Suave and tactful were the standards:

Now the well's been tainted,

Left to mellow, caramelize and mold

Into its own Leviathan,

A twisted testament to Industry.

The people feel the rift at different rates

Like a fountain, trickling arrays

Of fuming wisps and tapestries 

While some are catapulted instantly

Into untapped worlds,

Banishing themselves from old deposits

Of lukewarm thoughtstream

Mingling with musty Prejudice-

A manufactured, heart-rending tactic.

Like cells with centrosomes and centrioles,

The hands of artisans intertwine

And take into their mind's eye

A collective invocation

To restore and bring to Light

Old world rhapsodic winds

Harmonizing astral currents

And ascending with fluid ease

To the summit of forgotten realms

Of the imagination.

Traces

Living in the heart alleviates

the dull corporeal roar

of tension fusing to our minds

like fluffy sugar-stringed webbing

running round a cotton candy cone.

The sagging sleepless bundles

bunched beneath your eyes

and blushing laminated arrays,

the many hues of chardonnay.

We crave that transitory glimmer

a frothy brew of over-whelming chemistry

and topsy-turvy, wavering souflées
served hesitantly, to a guest not yet

ready for uncharted mental contents
to unravel before his eyes, and thoughts

whose residues will never coalesce 

like pock-marked petri dishes 

in easy sequences again
and energize our source of being:

The solar plexus-nexus.

Chameleon Reunion

M. C. Escher

On my endless voyage through the mists 

I came across a seemingly abandoned brook,

with surreality flowing rampantly in the woods

As quickening anticipation rushes to its peak. 

Then, slipping off the leafy cover of the brush-

Hark! A witness to the rarest of magical spectacles.

I arrive at assembly of slithering technicolor textures,

A clandestine festival of speckle-scattered herbivores

And jungle-cloaked enclave of hidden chameleons.

Subtle at first, but a mine-field exploding colors-

The way of these expressive, yet elusive creatures

Tipped with curiously-coiled slips of shifting scales,

Melding into funky earthen tones and replicating stones.

The cornerstone of mirage in far-passed eras and beyond

Embedding patterned color-coated harmonies through time

And united to re-kindle their skillful pact as chosen changelings,

A reprisal to their legacy and exclusive language of deception.

The old wood's clever triple agents daubed in vibrant shades

Heralded together by their chameleonic pheromones.

Unlike their nocturnal prowling counterparts,

These crafty, mischief-clad scouts of undetected observation

are overlooked at any time of day, the sneaks!

Forbidden skills to other creatures in the expansive underbrush.

The old and wizened lizard among the gallery of shades

Reverberated with his thoughts images to his friends:

I too have spoken with those who speak with us.

The seasons are askew, birds collapsing,

foliage dissolving, magnetic poles completely flung-

Our language is a life vest for this chaos.

Quick! Let's hasten to our respective roosts.

And with that, my memory fell prey

To their haze-ridden, ethereal traps,

Never to observe their breed again.

Substrata

Coursing pools

Beneath the ground

Tributarily unraveling 

And merging at the heart:

Comforting limestone bedrock

The perfect shade for colonies.

Shafts of light through rotting trees above,

Each an insect portal through the substrate.

Apollo's statue stands dead center in the grove,

Aiming his gladius through a trove of leaves

Reveals delicate glowing hearth in bloom:

Needle-like tendrils grasping tender green vines

shearing the bristled moss edges in endless designs

 twisting broadly through stems and through plumes

petals unfolding like luscious lagoons

cords of life weaving like fissures with roots

converging through spindling, segmented chutes

once parched, nectar resurfaces replete

a fixture of flora both supple and sweet.

Flavors of the Future

Teleport your cherries to a holographic platter

Good vibration casseroles, nectar packet shmorgasbords

Words dispensed in aimless gestures, passive phrases

Filling up the weekly tray with cultured lactose tablets

Snowglobes turned pharmaceutical gumball machines

Avoid the splattered melon casings on the ground

Amusement parks distilled on floating magazine stands

Street sweeps weaving sizzled sound pocket circuits

Early sunday morning shopping marathon jitters

Pass the cartridges of porridge please. ♠