She rode a tree nakedin a forest of black net
intrigued by skulls and
spiders through a frosted glass
pain
Finally
stretched in limber repose
by a skeleton dancer
he handed her
his card:
ecr. L'inf.
and his tell tale
memoir of UFO Life

a dreamstate account of
fantasy worlds and fantasy girls
endorsed by
anatomical formulists
in Prague
Now for her it ends
with twins in rubber hats
sipping absinthe
that voodoo libation
against a white wall
blasted by lights
and constructing
shadow V's
in defense of
woodland rides
and flights of forest fantasy.
6 comments:
intriguing...anatomical formulist...wondering about that job description and not sure i want to ride a tree naked if this is the outcome...lol. nice doodles tom...
What else might one expect all naked in trees and such!
(On a little more romantic of a note, I was reminded of how I met Robert. It was through such a frosted glass. The pain subsided.)
xo
erin
Wow! This is a great ride!
Do what?
Trees don't fly!
I would wear a forest of black net, too, if I could lie with said skeleton dancer. Pass on the twins, though ...
that first stanza is somethin' else!
twins in rubber hats
I just can't get that out of my head.
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