Solar Enigma (with fried eggs)
#1
Shades of Dali dripped
through lidded windows
eyes half eaten
by minnows of sleep

and we ran

Chasing time
through newborn cataracts
playing reveille to the moon
until the canvas tore

and we fell

Into stick-figure silence
black ink
promises with
snowflake dreams

of Africa
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#2
dali would be twirling his tash Smile
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#3
now the image of dear dead Sal and his zombie moustache is indelibly imprinted on my very impressionable little mind... thanks...
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#4

Have deciphered most of this, but am still puzzling out
a few of your marvelously connected metaphors.
Not that connecting up a bunch of 'em is all that hard.
What I DO find difficult is transforming the resulting mess
into a beautiful poem. Like devising a metaphorical (as
opposed to alphabetical) acrostic that just happens to
be a picture of a rose. I have no idea how much of your
brain capacity you have managed to devote to this, but
it must be lots. And no matter how lots it be, you're
right to left brain highway gots muchos lanes.

P.S. Unless, of course, you're one of these:

Right Brain May Control Writing in Some Lefties, Study Shows:
http://news.ucdavis.edu/search/news_deta...so?id=3494

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#5
Hmm... I think you just said this is a mess... and you're most probably right, but my right brainedness can't work out whether it's a good or bad thing, or whether good and bad are just nasty left brain constructs Smile
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#6

Here I go and pay you an effusive (and well-deserved)
compliment on your beautiful poem (the 'mess' part is
what I usually can't get out of) and your damn negative
Aussie self-perception turns it butter-side down!!!
What's wrong with you people? Oh, right, you ARE
butter-side down. Well, never mind. Stereotypes aren't
you (except for your beer-swilling, mullet-head neighbors).

Take your compliment straight-up, smile, and LIKE it!


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#7
You should know by now that having fluff in your butter is a great adventure :p

I'll have you know my neighbours may have mullets, but they swill wine (the kind that comes in a cardboard box of course) thank you very much!
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#8
She smoked my eyelids and punched my cigarette!
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Butterside up----Last Tango in Paris!
How long after picking up the brush, the first masterpiece?

The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.
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