The crystalline pendulum vaults in its quotidian indifference as
the frog swollen with ego, a cajoling Chimera in apparitional
Voice
Beckons the bedeviled and searching Komodo Dragon and the Kaleidoscopic Salamander to
Follow along the phantasmagorical path to the kingdom of jewels and
Vegetables
A three-day trek through the muck and mire of a philosophic
Expedition through the Mountains of Surreality
Our pioneers find themselves paralyzed deep in the vortex of melancholy
Strangled by the tentacle bowels of confusion
Oh, high frog what happened?
Did your sidereal cartographers miscalculate?
Are you a weak servant of mortal suffering?
You incredulous dwarf nestled under an umbrella in a fountain of
Purple medicine “We only sought to follow the chameleon
Over the rainbow, we saw him run past but so quickly
We lost his trail in the fleeting gleam of a porcelain fog
Under the night sun
Now we must return to the cavernous gnomes to study pataphysics
And the incomprehensible blueprints of the Lemurian Architects.
By
TJ Mancini
(from my collection ‘A Handful of Leaves: Poems and Anti-Poems’)
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