By an Emerald Fire

From the Sacred Medicine Dens of Andromeda,
& Czechoslovakia,
To the Top Hatted Capitalist Regions
Of Afghan, & Pakistan,
To the White Waters of Atlantis,
In the Monet-ic Morning,
VAN GOGH-IAN GANGSTERS
Of 'The Starry Night',
AWOKE,
To See
A Universe of Ghost Shadows,
In a Cloud of Smoke,
Being Blown BY The
Beautiful,
Death Killing Beauties!
Chanting
The Lost Poems,
Of Every Known,
& Unknown Poet,
To
The 27th Centurys Cave Men,
& Their Ravishing Rave Women,
Who are
Communicating In
Neanderthal Symbols, & Grunts,
To Their Cave, Rave Runts!
Playing & Dancing, By an Emerald Fire,
Openly grieving The Day,
That Their Earthly lives, Will
Never Expire,
Inside the Marshmallow Mountains,
Iced With Pink
SNOW.

poem by Stedmond M. Pardy
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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