| Rabid Canines and Phantom Felines by Leslie Bridges-Kemp �2002 Paths of starlight carved and etched through the lush forests of pristine memory lead ultimately to ornate Chinese pagodas where diamond defying Geisha girls with secret hopes anoint the heads of almond eyed future Popes. Past emperors weep purple tears in the pouring lavender rain. I am alone in my crystal gazebo fervently clutching my rosary, and annotating my diary while praying with my every action for the reparation of old wrongs that sleep in my doorway like rabid canines that when kicked will not move, but rather snarl and show their yellow teeth. Aching for the fulfillment of a promise in the illusive future, I miss the pregnant moment as she hides her light under a bushel of remorse. The blue jay cries in shrill cacophony of a nest usurped by phantom felines. Distance and time separate us in the realm of the evident, yet comprise the fabric and patterns of unity in the realm of faith. The cuckoo clock on your cluttered mantle repeats the lies it witnessed in reality into eternity�s stoic mentality. No wonder Rubens� Daughters of Leucippus provokes lust instead of inspiring a nobler desire, and the innocence depicted by Rockwell is no longer sacred. But hush-a-bye, baby. The Author of this ironic tale shall configure in fire a denouement that avenges the circumstance of Oedipus, and develops the dreamscape into a view from dormer windows of your mansion in the sky. Hush-a-bye. *** |
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