JOY-KILL BUZZ-RIDE: 21ST CENTURY HUMAN PLUS ONE LEAVES TOWN FOR DANCE IN THE LAND WHERE GLACIERS ONCE ROAMED AND ROCKS SWAM - WITH TRUNK FULL OF INFINITE CONCLUSIONS

 

Crayon on Paper Tom J

Confusion and bent box reality, choices unfurl – unclear, unhopeful, and unobtainable.

Why is that, or why isn’t that, or the answer’s obvious?

These days apparitions seemingly bright, fade away in the blinking blindness, casting off dang good grades of D.

The isles, the twists, the deadfalls, the dividends, and the divides – appear and disappear, and trip.

When these days turn to weeks, weeks turn to years, and infinite seasons freeze – we melt, up.

The open road calls, the escape beyond the boundaries of the bricked walls and flapping flags beckon us towards beyond the bright crashing lights, peering behind the potted wholes.

This is the place, where the wild dogs shake off pink bikini bottomed princess costumes purchased generously for change for chumps. 

Here is where vines are not bought and sold to the high bred and when star wishes are more than what is found behind the mirror bounce.

Past the confines of where those who are purchased end up bitter, resold, and spoiled - planted.

Our cravings for spilled milk can’t wash away our iniquities there, where roots are ground.

Photo by Kitty J

 

In the land populated by echoing maternal voices nurturing kindness, beyond the boundaries of fraternal rebukes to mind our man-ers, and stay between the paroling bars, we seek the mined melders.

Experiments with genetic mutations, inbreeding, and other unnatural seasonings, were not initiated as parallel paradises.

A prequal to pendulum splashed canyons of death, destruction, bone crunched competition and other concocted fallacies punched out the tops of pyramidical schizoids.

Squinting through curtain clasps, clarity reveals patience was what filled the overflowing banks, and voids went deeper than negotiated negations, and tools were only convivial, never conniving. 

A simple framed glance back, accompanied by harmonized cooperations, flashes like a nonstop ocular migraine – “get off that beating path, you took a wrong turn at the silly satisfactions”.

 

Then the obvious wasn’t what you thought.  So, what you thought, wasn’t what you know. 

Rocks were more than plateaus, shifting the shapes of the land, and shoring the seas. 

They exposed the ways, unknown and uncreated by the places they’d become, they drifted. 

Froze, they ceased the rambling, traded it in for wondering about the wilderness unfolding, in the now.

Pausing, amongst the birds and the bridges, the nests and the tracks, the cawing and chasms, the flying and flips, the deaths and dyeing’s, the furs and the frost, the births and the blasts, the lichen and the leaves, perhaps smiling behind its transpires expansions.

 

For apparently infinite contemplation of the never ending – emptied quest.

To get out of the dust, and roll in the mud.  Escaping the confines to call it all done.

The evolutions, the revolutions, the tales lost, and the tails twisted and tossed.

Braided and jaded, unraveled and unguarded.  Bias cast stages tossed.

The colors, the noises, the voices, the transplanted conclusions, and the unfinanced finales - simplified and opened!  

 

Copper Plate Embossment Paige J

Broken and busted inventions converted, empowered, and freed - rhapsodized behemoth-ly.  

Revealed dethronement, entanglement untied, between now and after then. 

Unhinged movements tell of the time, when glaciers roamed, and rocks swam.

White snow blanketed the below; blue skies burst forth above; and green life filled the sunny side of warming gurgling valleys - in the  nights of shimmering gleams of waxing and waning blinks.

And bloated thin pigmented fools felt foolish, and let go of their grasp on oversized sticks strung with the dangly salt coated scones, to look out from frozen sap capped mountains much bigger than them, an shed first tears over the damages their spells had cast, and expressed a sigh of relief. 

 

There they joined the dance down paths guided by undefined gravities, and unconfined by glacial divides, in a leaderless descent. 

Where the light lit, darkness developed, entities entangled, particles precipitated, and stars winked sharply.  Then the temperatures turned, mountains marveled, fires flamed, breezes blew, waters wept, and stone spirals smiled and smoked. 

Pencil Drawing by Ali J

Seasons shifted, glaciers gathered, sands sifted, cells shifted, and humous began to hum along.

And between appearances, creatures took turns to crawl out for part of the play, without the interpreters (or closed captions). 

And that was the end of the beginning again, as it rose and fell imaginatively, for at least another rotation of spinning around with the naturally beautiful untangled, bust gut, belly laughing. giggling beasts who lighted their loads, and undried their eyes.