Galactic Stew

Surreal imagery poetry story...

Violet pupils, bloodshot yellow,
Watching dragons, pink and mellow,
Scaling down to backward feet,
Where pencil-brows and smiling meet.
Ghostly steam from soupy brewing,
Citric storms and hunger chewing.

Antenna fish with crimson lips,
Dart through body-hollowed chips.
They dive where kumquat swirls are found,
Where jellied beans go round and round.
Acorns drift and pancakes rise,
Stacked on top of predator eyes.

Worm-trails lead to icky brown,
Where she pins her markers down.
Tick-tack-toe with heavy spheres,
While ether-trees sprout frozen years.
The yard is dessert, infinite,
With ghoul-hand shadows lighting it.

At crooked tables, mushrooms grow,
Where square raccoons laugh to and fro.
With pointed heads and noses blue,
Their ears are plugged with eggy-goo.
A candy candle, striped and bright,
Burns within her factory light.

Pastries rise in greenish-yellow,
Doughnuts soft and sugar-mellow.
A xylophone for a window pane,
With purple leaves and bloody stain -
Drawn from cubes of Rubik’s spite,
Cast into the moat of night.

She fishes there with ring and string,
For jelly beans and every thing.
To drag them to the simmering pot,
To feed the worlds that time forgot.
The planets spin around her gate,
While she accepts her wooden fate.

A coffin lined with scratched-up song,
Where she and records both belong.
She slides into the cosmic spell,
The universal, steaming well.
One final gift to prick the morn:
A handful of the khaki thorn.