hawks and eagles blue on tough rough turfs
skipping down the cliff face memory-last smile,
shimmering speckle of the universe present at
waterfall tips in infinities, red mysteries,
down the deltas and trivulates, tributaries,
rivers in outer space gliding down the dragon's tongue,
fire breath reserve the death inducing grin
that's a mighty dragon,
yeah, that's a mighty dragon.

fire breath lizards moping down the highway
are also alert to perfect square dust mansions
that house all the rust of organism crust,
damned chatterbugs warm by their fires
or furnaces whatever.

that's a dime from my mouth, have you trained your ear?
something so clear as resting on my boat
yet you become difficult, your fear-in-clear delicacy of mind and tongue the lick of rum.

so well the bluer bluffs cascade like puffy curtains and jars of air reach to their possums,
the vast mountains and mountain path
and blue flower and rested red death pack.
so you're here, red and dear.
red and clear.

~

Well, just felt like having a little fun. Foreign Territory refers to writing to a different audience, and a generality of *cough* other things. I'll put this under Fan Fiction, I guess.

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