Lip Sync

have you ever spoken
	with your mouth directly

ever followed it down a rabbit hole 
while your eyes were half asleep
stuck in a forgotten spiral 
	like two 
		tumbling birds

to a field that makes your footsteps 
giant as peacocks, a pair of 
yellow snakes chomping at the root of a 
high flying oak tree
	crazy sex
		mud bath
			acid-stained peaches

our souls speak to us in symbols 
a sea foam airplane flies toward the 
	center of an eternal dusk

	{even at our heights, we only ever 
	approximate ourselves
	and that is enough}

the earth is dense and pregnant 
	with impossible worship
and our mouths dance to the cries of a 
	reptilian symphony of signs

	{all language is a parody of eternal truth}

at last, there is a shepherd standing naked in a pit
his hands are covered in cartoonish glitter
the night turns green and we grope through a 
	field of clouds like blind saucers

the streetlights are crowns swinging 
	from their hooks
and our hips fall in a violent arch
pink sweat rests like 
	dessert upon our tongues

	{the past is never a place of peace}

our dreams pour out riddles because 
all measurements are fictions and
every dormouse deserves a resting place

how did a set of rainbow lips turn 
	into a heart filled with clocks?

	{our eyes were made to complete universal patterns}

15 thoughts on “Lip Sync

    1. ‘the streetlights are crowns swinging
      from their hooks
      and our hips fall in a violent arch
      pink sweat rests like
      dessert upon our tongues’ (So good)

      Outstanding Creative writing! Many meaningful lines interpreted here!
      And the last line (beautiful) tying your message together with a slendid touch intelligence, and truth!

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      1. You’re welcome U. I noticed the change in dialog, I for one found beauty in it! Experimenting can lead to neat discoveries, even rewarding accomplishment! My apologies for recent typos, not sure what happened there. Have fun experimenting! 🙂☀️

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      2. Thank you for the positive feedback. I am enjoying these little bouts of experimentation myself…after all, there’s no use experimenting if it isn’t fun. And don’t worry about the typos. 😉

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  1. Ce poème me touche infiniment. Il exprime et souligne que vous êtes parvenue à l’amande même, l’ovale blanc indicible et soluble, de votre art, dont vous possédez l’aiguillon et la clarté.
    Avec tout mon fidèle attachement,
    Votre embrouillé fée..

    Ps. Je viens d’arriver à Paris porteur d’une grippe bien plus lourde que mes valises! 🙂

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