Wednesday, June 27, 2012

June's Translucent Moon - 11

Neptune! Uranus! Pluto! Wheeeeee!

Syncopated astronauts lost in dirigible diction spend gravitas stipends offered to mentors aching with querulous pleasantries, supercilious twists that bob like guitars, quiddity’s twin, a shut-in foisting its pressure-run centemes on Hallelujah themes, as the squirrel rides pantomime rails while dogs lick at hickory chicory ginseng & gypsum, the loblolly pines cast a red vacant crust on the fear iron threads of ravening heartstrings through thirsting daytime foundry jets, the fail of the sentence whirrs rimshot double entrances, traipses of non-fire to blue semaphoric protuberance neglects on a silver carnation plate – loquacious sonar tranquility – steadfast the orchids in sanguine repose where fresh hobbled kensingtons track Abigail’s wigwam and selenite dervish tails can boast cat spring capstones with fling-ready coffers, the tell is the mockingbird smell all ready for harbinger salad, the symptom of lilac-time pilfering, the crocodile insanity of incoherent rotograviturizing blanched in cannibal suction of camouflaged blandishments glazing the igneous clamor of motes relapsing to spin ridiculous in exorbitant obscuritas the quell of the boutonnieres, the finish handkerchiefs aimed at the prow of semblance misfits whose sacrilege moats nears a gavel of rolodex scrimshawed and scud-timed in foam of rotisserie steerage, for the surgeon of necessity flounders at stations where airplanes relay common genuflects hog-tied and horror-nosed in sumptuous passages where time is a waif coping eloquent in white manner corduroy stilled to an artifact of glamour held to some innocent inversion where pinkies go souping and catalogues redeploy synchronized myths in parses of staggering barnacle trunks of steam-driven continentals governed by insects in cavernous igloos where dead deals are plucked and the stupendous milestones of ambidextrous malfeasance leaves clover-zinged inkblots for spite, a colonnade of counter-suits fathoming jalopies gone ear-bell in condoms of flight that sears the evening cuticle with ambient centers, the comatose ringers whose mountains remember the soldiers of pith in homage not meant for necessities, the blur they create is unheated to clear past reluctances and canopy the gnaws like green shards of delight that renovate innertubes caught in the traction of feel-good foolhardyhood spun down ambiguous, the locks seldom caterwaul at joystick spiff n’ tact like cubes on the authorized line irrigation, like spies on new plankton the reveille goes nuclear on bon-bon shop circulars living in a vestibule of insubstantial reverie the trial comes at cost when other lodges need assuaging, it’s always pine in the waging past the monument stylus to chaste mercenaries of vigilance cleft like two wildebeests in theory, a blast they called the trade dilemma, a humdinger chocolate pulp maintenance of sordid sentience gauged to intersect scrumptious rapscallions at random pulpits in whose ramparts are configured the bitterness internal derivation spears the suds.