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Humane Sense of Images
Poem by Jesus Chameleon
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Humane Sense of Images
Poem by Jesus Chameleon

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Humane Sense of Images

by Jesus Chameleon

Impressions, scenes, the senses, landscape lenses---
                                                    Yesterday, today, tomorrow;
                                 Quiet, they pass.  
Alone they sit on the cold, dry, glossy egg of their original relief,
Plop, splatter, scratch;

                                                              Sweet liquid on the skin,
                            Gives off the odor of cologne.  Dry shampoo
   On the visage, drips with the scent of peppermint.  The jungle
Rested in the nippy night air with the release of a drafty soil eau de
                                                                                        toilette;

Palate wet with the bitterness of a morning brew,
An evening stew,
An afternoon of true seasonal elegance,
               Invites more of an impressive yesterday,
An intuitive today,
                                            Invites a noisy, rational tomorrow;

Airplanes screech by that vibrate on the bones.  
    Radio sounds
                    Pop, fiddle, drum to the music of classic tunes,
                                                                      Playing on, on, on.  
Sibling hears humming of an oxygen pet on a long leash to
    tranquility,
                                                                    Continues to sleep;

Anger leads to compulsiveness,
                   confession,
                        resolve.  Happiness weeds out penultimate sin
                  Beyond a wink, a blink, a sink in sync,
                                       Happiness which involves concession.  
          Repression leads to repentance, then to absolution,
                                                                                    Newness;

                                                                                          Tired,
Alas, the soul is replenished with rice or wheat, meat, sweet desserts!  
Chalice
                                                           Liquified with fizzy drinks,
                                                                             Bottled water,
                         Palpitates with accomplishment.  Body relaxes
By a cooling thing, which circulates to a new threshold of inspiration.


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