Egyptian Chairs

imagery

Classrooms of chairs among fearless friends finds me caring in times of confusion. Wind sounds in the hall for four seconds and magical ships fly from mermaid breasts forming signs of beauty across worlds where majesty is lost. Crying beasts are hungry for spirits and booze. They lay around campfires burning their fur until I see faces of men. Red eyes stare through curly locks of charcoal mirrors revealing me inside the whale. Green pendants of elves; in their language they write contextual criticisms in libraries of Egypt. Hollow graves cripple the already limp for fear that they will never wake up. Books upon books they call, to laminate them so to live forever.

Reviews

[Samuel Jack]

I had a lot of fun with this one, I think you did to, it's definatly got vivid imagery.
Cool poem. I'll review more of your older work as is my custom, people tend not to bother going a few pages back, why? Some of the gems are there.

[Coyote Poetry]

You know how to make words work and create story and vision. You could write a powerful book with the ideas and thoughts in the poem. I like the vision of people, beast and books. A good place to be. Thank you for the outstanding poetry.
Coyote