POEM OF THE WEEK FOR 8/19/12 brought to you by Lucidx1 ==========================================================
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An eccentric poem, reminiscent of hallucinogenic drugs in its fluid and psychonautic vibe.
Next week I will start creating audio readings for poem of the week so stay tuned for improvement.

A funny thing happened to on my way to enlightenment
by Marty Matz

I HAVE LOST MY SHADOW IN A FIELD OF IMPROVISED WHISPERS,
FORGOTTEN MY NAME IN THE FRAGRANCE OF POPPIES.

WHERE ORNAMENTAL SKULLS ERRATICALLY ORBIT LUMINOUS GARDENS OF
FUGITIVE CLOCKS TICKING UMBER BLOSSOMS THROUGH SECRET WINTERS THAT BITE.

THERE ARE UNSCHEDULED CHIMES ABOVE A MEADOW WHERE MALIGNANT TOADSTOOLS HIDE AMONG THE FALSE ECHOES OF ANCIENT INVOCATIONS AND
DISTORTED REFLECTIONS FROM A RIVER STAINED BY TIME.

I HAVE MARCHED DOWN STREETS OF EMBALMED MOONLIGHT, HOWLING LIKE A MAD DOG SEEKING SOME BONE OF TRUTH, SOME FINAL CURTAIN, SOME ULTIMATE DESTINATION.

FREE FROM THE SYNTHETIC OCTAVE OF DREAMS.

AND I HAVE UNRAVELED THE KNITTED MASK OF YEARS, SEARCHING
FOR A WAY TO RETURN TO MY GREEN DRENCHED CHILDHOOD.

YET ONLY CAUGHT OCCASIONAL GLIMPSES OF A PAST GILDED BY IMAGINATION IN
A FOREST OF ELUSIVE TREES.

THE CALENDAR HAS DEVOURED THE DECADES, TURNED MY BEARD SILVER IN
THE BLINK OF AN EYE. AS I PASSED MY LIFE SHOOTING CRAPS WITH DESTINY IN THE PURSUIT OF WORTHLESS THINGS.

YET I HAVE NEVER HESITATED TO THROW AWAY MY WALLET, TO
MAKE ROOM IN MY POCKETS FOR POEMS OR RAINBOWS, WHICH
I CARRIED TILL THE RAINBOWS TURNED TO
TATTERED COLORS AND THE POEMS
BECAME

JUST DUST