outrageous

i’ve always liked
to joke to myself
that somewhere
in the future

i’m already dead!

mellow fragrances
milder symphonies
knock
at the threshhold

of oblivion!

mysterious memories
defy recall
still i try hard
to listen

as the sunset
of consciousness
slowly melts
into a dark night

of unknown emotions!

and suddenly
spasmodically
i yearn for someone
sans or with reason

far away
the moonlight
splashes
over rustling leaves

sounding like
the soft whisperings
of childhood melodies
yes,i do try mom

to jolt myself
out of the voodoo
of surreal forms
and images

till i wake up!

to the perfumes
of “annunciation:
the time of flowers”
[abstract art Title]

in this structured
unstructuredness
of life!,sometimes
outrageous ~ /original/z.g.

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