Tag: trippy poetry

• Sandman Express V

  

  Read more of the Sandman Express poems. the price, in the beginning, was a simple necktie with a knot like a half-eaten moon, a vase of flowers and the dust from a magic carpet that had sailed to all seven setting suns or so said that wiry old mystic as we shotgunned along on his…

  theusedlife

  June 1, 2019

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• Sandman Express IV

  

  Read Sandman Express, Parts I, II, and III. i never imagined it would all disappear this way, a grove of floating oranges and sapphire giraffes, an acre of magic grass that shone like an eyeful of diamonds out the busted windows of the Sandman, that harbinger of technicolor dreams, while the old hippie wizard and…

  theusedlife

  May 19, 2019

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• Sandman Express III

  

  Read Part I and Part II of “Sandman Express.” III. now, it is time i direct your attention to the twilight of my fantasy, a scene that begins with the skin of a tangerine, a poison green snail, and my hopes of finding an old desert paradise, that tequila-covered oasis made of sun and hay,…

  theusedlife

  May 4, 2019

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• Sandman Express II

  

  Read Part I of “Sandman Express.” II. notice how this scene ends with an apparition, of course a wink and a nod and a sip or two of warm ale, an old trick of the Sandman, that feral-eyed Merlin chugging across the world on his train like a mad reindeer full of fairy dust and…

  theusedlife

  March 25, 2019

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• Sandman Express

  

  Original artwork by T. Blake it was a muddy winter and the trains were always late i was heading west of the city— i was sure of it—by the gaps on a map i found in a dream under a forgotten stagecoach just south of the old diagonals, it told me, west of a buried…

  theusedlife

  March 17, 2019

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• Wild Card

  

  Original artwork by T. Blake the night was broken, as we know, and what was missing was the blood-pink moon i asked a star for directions, on my way due west, i could not say but by the eyes of the owls was led down a staircase that spiraled to the cellar of the earth…

  theusedlife

  February 23, 2019

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