Farmer's Pilgrimage

on a pilgrimage I went sprouting beateous buds
may out my ears,

spinning in the fields
like a cow dizzy for the slaughter,

the daisies,

and all the clover tufts
pungent with foul air
of manure.

May days bright with fertile songs,
lift my spirtis,
hot aglow,
Solar raditation tearing my body
the limbs rip
limb molecular frenzied open-heart
beat

to the shrine I'll meet myself I hummed
the shrine is pristine
white diamonds studded upon
my forward feet,

in morning mist, ephemeral
Venutian, radically altered
like a political sphinx

the riddle of the open-eyed shrine
I go forth blistered feet,
swimming in sweat,

life is filled with happy trails
life is happier than my own happiness
a carnivalistic day dream

a shrunken head vestibule
all expanse no rotten thinking needed

a pliable space trip
two pitch forked farmers
crop circles for eyes
in the darkness  haystacks
cow manure,
riding donkeys saddled as chivalric knights

an abduction make.
tranlucent I fly to Venus' next door neighbor
She sings songs and more songs, more even slower
frustratingly slow,

we all must awaken, sprout buds, fly bat like rising as riddled Venutions,
to the bone shrines embattling conceptual death, political isolation,
Boiling in Hellacious vats
solar radiation busts our earthly ears, bleeds red battered
skin,

free flying ecological scavengers
a spirit burns or flees
making amends

spots before a dainty Alice's eyes,
Love is above the clouds,
space ship O captian, my captain
atmospheric nether

a shrine  flung to space
hands heart head
  that pearls before swine
drape about themselves, necklets,
rings, golden things,

swathering, lacy, smelling so sweet
belled, ringing,

herds of space ships never
travel on the pilgrimage to venus (a very hot planet--uninhabitable)

cathedral-like gods, they will shower
Zeus flung rods
lightning in these heads
the month of april dream
unmagically

extinguishing themselves.
 

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