sols from strange dislocales number thirteen
put a little spiked cream soda in yr gourd
elevate yr mindslandscape
into never ending greenery
lakes trees spiky mountains
sharp lava rocks descending into verdant pools
by the saltspraying ocean.
soliloquies from stranger dislocations
nether specks floating ashlike on the horizon
signals into the nether for help
on a floating island
no metropolis here to be got
just the discarded dreamers of the oughties twenties
and two thousand tens
from the explosion of civilization
now decaying in the rut
stamped with the approval
of rooster and kelliah
a dense mystery
with no plot, ending
only in endless rewards.
)))))---------------->>>>Sols From Strange Dislocales (lucky # 13)
*once you've been there
you'll know the way.