Rainbow snowflakes and Gears
Magnification of three fresh lilac clusters in a field
Miniature powder blue dolphins swim the orange flame into my pipe
It is a Beautiful Summer in my mind and spirit
Nitrous light is a five-sided box of Christ energy
bleeding through from behind the back brick wall of a fireplace
Doves with rainbow shading like a clear plastic membrane
melting and bubbling over a Valley scene
within their Outlines

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A paper cut-out Cave woman
spinning on her heels
in a stainless steel crater
Hypnotic rhythm of wood and glass fragments

The Sunset Tracer in my mind
like a bright orange ember going gray

'30's Jazz singer
is a gray straw, broken and whistling in the wind

Kids hit the street corner on their bicycles
Like Three Metal Excited Spiders

Birds fly close
Like speed boats rush
Past my eyes
Past my smile
Past my life

Rocks lay low
Like permanent clouds above
Crunch under my shoes
Move beneath my boots
That one is from the moon

Burned Moon is high
Look at that chunk!
It’s just like a street light
It’s the pupil of a goddess’s eye
It lights dreams at night

Didn’t know about the river snake
It grew legs and it’s all around
I could freak out of here in a muddy truck
I could offer its spirit some of my blood
I could exhale and give it all up...

Drunk people reaching from caves
Flowers trumpet out of their eyes, they're smiling

Friday evening around seven
a fire siren is going off

Zoom in on two teenagers in their parent's backyard
They are cranking a home-made red metal siren
It looks like it is made from an old fuse box and a coffee can
It still smells like fresh spray paint

Another higher pitch, grittier siren goes off across town.
Two Rastafarians in a white wood and wicker gazeebo
have a smaller metal siren attached to a long orange extension cord
Small black bats spiral down miniature tin funnels
disappearing into their Rasta eyes

I close my eyes and exhale
watching the sirens move in tropical stereo

It's a rave sign

Right now I am parting the fan-like branches of several large plants at one side of the lobby

I woke up totally refreshed and I'm pretending to be the kid-in-a-coconut-shell-tiger-costume

Running, clanking, sneaking

Across the room I see a guy down from down the hall

He looks like Clark Kent, only with sunken cheeks from the lack of many teeth

He is looking up from his morning paper and coffee

He is wearing an ice-frosted glass derby

He says it alleviates his toothache pain

As I move toward the back of the Hotel I pass through a small hallway to the right of the office window

As I open a back door the sun, vibrant plant life and ocean mist   roll into me like a warm grizzly cub

There is not much of a crowd here today

I am enjoying the silence

Looking out across the well manicured lawn

Then orange sun into the orange behind my eyelids' morning, on and on...