A Waltz of Lightning Scented Polka Dots across the Buddhist Eyelashes

 Octagons of Onomatopoeia begin to rotate, 

curving a flood of electrons into the nostrils 

of a spellbound stranger until the school of  Harlequin Eyed Quarks

erupts in a Waltz of  Lightning Bolts, 

turning the discotheque into a Buddhist Cemetery, 

the iridescent scent of the End of Time shimmering in the fog of  Human Flesh, 

until a blue gorillas face bursts out in a Jigsaw Puzzle on the jungle floor and 

the Kingdom of Perpetual Coincidence flutters down 

like polka dot faced UFO's

chasing God down the Streets of  Non Local Manhattan.

How convenient.

Reviews

[Acron 4]

The Hole In Time

I dreamed I tore a hole in time,
and time started leaking into eternity.
Because of the pressure in time
the hole became a tear
and the tear became a rip
and all time started spilling over into eternity.
Like a flood, eons gushed by me,---
pyramids, printing presses, airplanes,---
floating on liquid time.
In torrents it picked up decade after decade,
century after century,
piling millennia on millennia
as it pushed through the rip
all twisted and mixed together---
T-Rex in Time Square,
Cro-Magnons on Rodeo Dr.,
Roman soldiers in the Astrodome.

Stewart
I think the things in your poem came through the rip just like the way you wrote it down, however I saw them as objects....smile......Thanks for sharing

[Robin]

LOL , yes how

[Hawkmoon]

isn't everything? just so unfathomably 'cliche' even though the universe is what 15 billion years old...??? hahaha

[Robin]

damn fractals ...

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Is that rye bread I smell for our daily thanks?..

you fuse physics and the mystical in a most literal and fascinating way.

[Hawkmoon]

lol ... no it's Element 981,131. Discovered lurking in a petri dish of what remains of Einstein's frontal cortex, which is being held hostage by Reptilian Time Travelers in the Pentagon Courtyard.