Sleepy Tower Number Nine Warm mist lingers, dabbles, swirls… Cerebral funnel cascading crisp, clear narrative images Mosaic: moving windmill pictorial Oval facial features revealed of a wanton, anonymous sylph Flowing darkness. Long inviting hair. Standing by a white-hot kitchen stove baking muffins Mystically wet eyes pout: lips, lips, lips Passionately kiss the humid, albinotic, freckled neck Panic. Under a bed sheet lies another enshrouded entirely Romeo? Juliette? No. It’s brother Morpheus bellowing: Rum-bum-livers and a ninety-eight shot! Rumbumlivers and a six-teen fox! Hovering past terracotta bricked complexes without fronts Peering into metropolitan lives Jungian style –merry-go-round mandelas a flying seer on a magic egg-shaped carpet Amniotic winds blowing comfort Known strangers languidly lounging in surreal beds unrevealed Quiet amber lights emanate from bedrooms in the soul’s look-scape Spicy cinnamon wafts, pungent clove puffs and wholesome sanguine lights Screens to keep insects out turn round and round and cryptic graffiti placates the urban architecture of a mind’s eye Neighbours I never lived near nod to the floating ethereal me telepathically Kaleidoscopes of pretty turquoise beetle pictures flying away Adolescents with names and faces I never knew from the past pipe, “Adieu! Farewell!” and acknowledge me through osmosis Drinking green faeries in midnight reverie Somnolent reports on vision. Randall Jonas: October 11, 2004 Al Ain, United Arab Emirates
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