River Flows In My Veins
Surazeus
May 1997, Kansas City, Missouri
My head is dizzy with the spinning world
popping alive with zillions of watching eyes
their desire dreams roiling waves of color
washing over the beach of my placid heart
that shudders with the dream-beat stomp
of dancing feet running up the river shore
following those veins into the naked lands
for blue river of laughter flows in my veins.
My head is dizzy with the spinning dance
of children somersaulting around fire-rings
who toss stones stacking high cold walls
building paradise from the dust of despair
to party where the goddess on her throne
keeps watch from the tower of glowing eyes
for blue river of laughter flows in my veins.
My head is dizzy with the rampaging hunt
of wild gangs spreading up the river veins
girls and boys playing games of lovers mate
killing and feasting and making sweet love
bodies exploding with children who crowd
ancient valleys with faces hot by moonlight
whose sizzling lust of laughter and screams
beams bright our faces dripping with sweat
for blue river of laughter flows in my veins.
My head is dizzy with the roar of voices
shaking the stone foundations of old temples
built on pyramids wet with victims blood
glittering with sparks from bursting eyeballs
that melt into the One Eye of Watching Sun
whose glare pierces the wicked with guilt
but swells proud the good heart with love
sweet as melons dripping orange sugar-juice
for blue river of laughter flows in my veins.
My head is dizzy with the rumble of machines
squeezed from dirt by the Hammer of Force
thundering over plains like elephant herds
to crush the egg-shell cathedral of crystal ice
where the goddess twitters tunes on her flute
that tingles my nerves with threads of rainbow
beaming my cells light with soft butterfly wings
for blue river of laughter flows in my veins.
My head is dizzy with the whisper of Angels
painting my skull with rose-stripe petals
wrapping their wings around my floating soul
roots curling from my spine through black soil
to grasp the diamond of star-sparkling smiles
swallowing despair to suffuse velvet flesh
with ripe-melon firmness of enveloping hugs
for blue river of laughter flows in my veins.
Surazeus
May 1997, Kansas City, Missouri
My head is dizzy with the spinning world
popping alive with zillions of watching eyes
their desire dreams roiling waves of color
washing over the beach of my placid heart
that shudders with the dream-beat stomp
of dancing feet running up the river shore
following those veins into the naked lands
for blue river of laughter flows in my veins.
My head is dizzy with the spinning dance
of children somersaulting around fire-rings
who toss stones stacking high cold walls
building paradise from the dust of despair
to party where the goddess on her throne
keeps watch from the tower of glowing eyes
for blue river of laughter flows in my veins.
My head is dizzy with the rampaging hunt
of wild gangs spreading up the river veins
girls and boys playing games of lovers mate
killing and feasting and making sweet love
bodies exploding with children who crowd
ancient valleys with faces hot by moonlight
whose sizzling lust of laughter and screams
beams bright our faces dripping with sweat
for blue river of laughter flows in my veins.
My head is dizzy with the roar of voices
shaking the stone foundations of old temples
built on pyramids wet with victims blood
glittering with sparks from bursting eyeballs
that melt into the One Eye of Watching Sun
whose glare pierces the wicked with guilt
but swells proud the good heart with love
sweet as melons dripping orange sugar-juice
for blue river of laughter flows in my veins.
My head is dizzy with the rumble of machines
squeezed from dirt by the Hammer of Force
thundering over plains like elephant herds
to crush the egg-shell cathedral of crystal ice
where the goddess twitters tunes on her flute
that tingles my nerves with threads of rainbow
beaming my cells light with soft butterfly wings
for blue river of laughter flows in my veins.
My head is dizzy with the whisper of Angels
painting my skull with rose-stripe petals
wrapping their wings around my floating soul
roots curling from my spine through black soil
to grasp the diamond of star-sparkling smiles
swallowing despair to suffuse velvet flesh
with ripe-melon firmness of enveloping hugs
for blue river of laughter flows in my veins.
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