Sedimental Journey by Ernest McCracken V
The lad walks in strange wakes, along tracks gone to weed,
along the Kinks highway, stalking orbal remedies
past the warm furribarrios and through the colonnade of maidenhair, Permian,
to the sacred glen where a circle of blue glass insulators indicate
Poliaris, Seven Sisters, the Hiker facing his bi-millineal worthy opponent--
But he does not approach these austere demiurges;
Necturan naiads (neither fish nor frog but both pedaled and gilled)
whisper in his ear; he is faerie-led to the Gaze Bough shrine,
there, struck numb, speechless, unable to sit or stand, he perches,
swings free, verting and inverting at Foucalts apogees,
and resting his foramen madgum on the rotunda rail,
exters samadhi, his cranium discorporating in clouds of light,
so that the pagoda peak becomes his pointed hat,
parkland pouring in under the brim with birdsong
and melodious laughter of the bittersweet hershey-skinned blondes bouncing by-
Kilohistories of countless pasts and indefineable futures
ring round his redestined present primeval:
Edens in Olduvai, Southernly last Sumer, Hall of the Mountain King at Memphis
"Ficht du nicht mit dem Rocketen Mench!"; they seem to say to one another--
ALas!
So, energized, Bodhi Sandkhar, and Patagoni head home to their fungi,
test tubes, bottles, and intelligent artifices...
Ernie @ Parameter Pavillion
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