Surreal Cereal

On a journey to nowhere, I once enjoyed a bowl of surreal cereal.

Kaleidoscope children

Worship the gilded sun

In temples of grandeur

High in the alabaster sky

 

Treasonous truncheon wielders

Stand silent at its mystifying gates

The egregious infidels

Admire the omnipresent havoc below

 

Rippling revenant reveries

Dance madly with psychoses

In the fastidious fatalist minds

Of Earth's pertinacious pawns

 

 

Highways decadent in metallic mayhem

Race along vividly chalcedonic shores

Mountains in the distance echo

Thunderous screams of the jilted generation

 

Rustic countryside dwellers caricature

The vulture culture of the glass utopia

Life's unwilling raconteurs

Speak of their vapid, vacuous lifestyles

 

Indelible demarcations divide

Heroic villains and villainous heroes

While inadvertently juxtaposing

Irreverence and irrelevance

 

 

A lifetime spent asunder

In the dowries of derelict deities

We find solace, from the muddling

Distant dreams of alien animists

 

In carefully crafted fantastic fables

The lost prophet's salacious stories

Enchant those seeking salvation

Employing fiction as factual justification

 

Lucid memories fill the sacred vessel

Time decanted into it's barren face

As time and memory coalesce

The surreal cereal comes to life

 

Author's Note

I seem to really like alliteration and wild imagery these days, as long as it continues to be well receipted, I think I'll keep churning out stuff like this.